Throw-back writings

These are pulled from journals ranging from 1989-2012

Vacuum-sealed satchel of emotions that fear re-directs.

Hateful people are loving people who never learned NOT to fear accepting differences.

They scream and stab at the world to protect themselves from believing in any more than they can hold. Their arms are full. They can’t carry another idea. There’s no more room.

And if they keep running at the pace that they do, arms stacked with what they’ve got, they’re bound to trip and spill it all and if it runs together and they lose track of who they are...

Who am I?

Addresses us each in our independent minds on a daily basis.

What do I stand for?

What would I die for?

Who do I have love for?

What do I believe?

If I don’t know, it’s all too easy for your ideas to threaten what I’m trying to become, and I will thrash about. Helplessly.

Anger and hatred are skill-less prayers for clarity.