think on these things. . .

hmmm ive always been told that i was a good writer. sometimes i believed it. sometimes i didnt. i would read books and articles and say "woooow, i wish i was a good writer, this is really good". but ive learned that the authors behind those same articles, books, and magazines may have felt the same way i was feeling. or maybe not. i mean if one can write and publish their work, there must be some sort of confidence in what they are doing. im left to wonder if i should have published some of my thoughts years ago.  wondering if i should publish in the future. putting your words and thoughts out there is a scary thing.  it makes you vulnerable and on edge.  itll be my words. my creativity. my outlet. my experiences. my self.  my entire sense of living will be up for scrutiny. will i be prepared for that? will i welcome that with open arms or a gaurded, sensitive heart? its hard to say.  the only way to find out is to go for it. to take a deep breath and go for the unknown and the unfamiliar.

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sometimes one finds love behind a closed door or on top of an old dusty bookshelf.  left abandoned and neglected waiting for that one to give it a reason to exist again.  gives someone the urge, the desire, the want to be able to love. again. that feeling of warmth and a feeling that could never be understood through words.  oh, that feeling. its nice to have that again. although its not the same, in which it shouldnt be.  old dust covered hearts are capable of loving once again.  capable of beating love through the veins of a person who has lost hope. running away from hope. wishing that hope didnt truly exist because with hurt, came comfort. embarking on a new experiece, a new journey, with a new person wasnt in the definition of being heartbroken.  it went against the security and warm blanket feeling found in sorrow.  a new love would only serve as a reminder that hope did exist. and hope went against everything pain meant. yet hope, through some stuggles and many scuffles, undoubtedly won.

Live today,
oxox