Saturday, July 9, 2016
Who am I
I am just me.
But even I have to acknowledge the differences.
There is the me that walks the world, flesh and blood, and talking talking talking. And there is the me that writes here. The same but different. I thought we should try to be clear for future reference.
In praise, I am the same.
In analysis, likewise, though perhaps I am clearer here, and more ready to stop when it is time to stop.
In vanity I am here more so.
And in bitterness?
In life I look for the biggest club I can find. A bludgeon so large I can rarely even lift it. Here I look for one tiny screw to undo, and so to make the whole thing fall apart on its own.