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November 2009 
Let's talk about it
Posted on Dec 2nd, 2008
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Ohica
Ohica
Ok, so now that I am pretty much over complaining about people (hopefully) let's talk about me.
Who is me?
I am me and she is alone
She is always alone with me
I try to make a riddle where there is none
She just wants to connect, you know?
Inside of me there is so much that needs to be set free. It's not something that can ever be written or even spoken. It is something that needs to be felt. I, she, me, want to share. But, oh there is always a but, she has trouble connecting. I see how easy it is to get into, but also how difficult it can become. She wants others to come to me, but why would them come if they are not cordially invited? So sad, so sad, but still not so much so. Such a fool I am for living like this. It's just easier to keep them at a distance, but that makes it so very, very difficult. So difficult to get close. I, she, me just want to share. I guess there just has to be someone who wants to share as much as she does to let it happen. This humanitarian nature of mine just wants to make someone (or some ones) feel special and appreciated. But this stiff arm kind of makes it a challenge. Just do it, right?
This is not specifically about singleness, although a change in status might be nice. This is more about the general everything, everyone I "know"; friendships, kinships, big ships, little ships, all sorts of relationships...or lack thereof.
Who is me? Who is she? Who am I?
I am me and she is alone. Always alone with me.
Who is me?
I am me and she is alone
She is always alone with me
I try to make a riddle where there is none
She just wants to connect, you know?
Inside of me there is so much that needs to be set free. It's not something that can ever be written or even spoken. It is something that needs to be felt. I, she, me, want to share. But, oh there is always a but, she has trouble connecting. I see how easy it is to get into, but also how difficult it can become. She wants others to come to me, but why would them come if they are not cordially invited? So sad, so sad, but still not so much so. Such a fool I am for living like this. It's just easier to keep them at a distance, but that makes it so very, very difficult. So difficult to get close. I, she, me just want to share. I guess there just has to be someone who wants to share as much as she does to let it happen. This humanitarian nature of mine just wants to make someone (or some ones) feel special and appreciated. But this stiff arm kind of makes it a challenge. Just do it, right?
This is not specifically about singleness, although a change in status might be nice. This is more about the general everything, everyone I "know"; friendships, kinships, big ships, little ships, all sorts of relationships...or lack thereof.
Who is me? Who is she? Who am I?
I am me and she is alone. Always alone with me.
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Hi, are you for real? I once wrote this poem which I called parallel heaven which funnily enough sums up exactly what you've written. I'll search it out when I get home tonight and post it on my blog. It actually helped me alot to get myself outside of myself and away from myself, long enough to be myself. Oh, why is everything so cryptic!
Anyway, have a look tomorrow if you like.
Joan Armatrading … me, myself, I
:) I think I'll check it out