i feel like im swinging, legs wrapped around the teather... back and forth, back and forth. i imagine a tire swing - head leaning back - hair in my face. and wind. but instead of a tire, i am sitting on a weight... and the swinging is in slow motion. the pace is set and i reach both extremes; each time i reach the farthest possible point, that weightless *airpocket* feeling sets in. i dont know if it feels good... or bad. i kiss my angel. then my devil. then my angel... back and forth, back and forth.
i know i have made my decision. i know i have made the RIGHT decision. why question? why?
why do i always choose losing battles?
why do i always fight for things i have no business fighting for?
why cant i get off this damn swing?
im waiting for the rope to break; to let this weight crash to the ground and leave such an impression. deep and wide. i can see the sky, i can breathe the air, i can hear the music. but i cant climb out.
i just want to be... grounded.
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Moment Of Truth
i usually do not know what i am going to write until after the words have already spilled out. sometimes the words come so fast that it isnt until after ive put my hands in my lap, sit back and read that i realize what i've said. at this point fear usually takes over and i worry how my words will be interpreted by those that take the time to read them. i then struggle with my desire to publish my uncensored thoughts vs. the knowledge that i am opening myself to the possibility of upsetting people i care about or allowing others to crawl inside my head, my heart and my soul. the fear that they will be misguided by my words and assume things about me and my life, or worse, that they will actually understand what im saying and decide im just some crazy chick that thinks too much and values emotion over reason. i would like to say i dont care; it doesnt matter what people think of me; but the truth is
it does.
now that i have admitted (mostly to myself) that i care. i can begin to manage that fear. and so i will write and hope that those of you who visit will learn more about who i truly am; and that you will leave your comments and ask me questions and assume nothing and want to know more. and if you dont, thats ok - just please dont pretend you do.
i took a break from writing because of past readers assumptions, misunderstanding and lack of respect. they made me feel like the words i wrote were wrong. i let their ignorance and lack of appreciation for my voice - my art - first seclude, and then silence me, for far too long. i finally realized that i was caring too much about what the people who shouldnt matter think of me - and i was leaving the people who wanted to know more in the dark.
polly is alive and blogging.
oh, one more thing... if you are grammar nazi or spelling police - please dont bother. ive heard it all before. i have severe punctuation fetish, except for apostrophes which kill my mood. i dont use caps. not because im too lazy to hit the shift key, but because i dont like the way they look. they distract me. i know it makes your teeth itch; but thats me. get over it. you do shit that makes me want to break stuff too ;)
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