Alright
January 16th 2008 07:20
Talk it out....talk it out....talk it out....Its not what I tell myself, but it is what I do, no matter who's advice I take or whether I make the right desicion or not.....I always talk it out....With myself.
I talk a lot about myself. And I just talk. I cant seem to stop sometimes and it seems a great irony that when I was younger I rarely spoke and believed silence to have a great and unbelievable power, as it does.
But I talk to myself about myself all the time. I think it comes from playing by my self for so many years as a kid. But when Im talking endlessly in the physical, its just talk.
But for some reason here....Because it is writing and yet not writing as I define it, when I talk about myself I just end up talking about something else....Something else entirely. Ordinary events become great metaphors and everyday things symbols and omens. Insight is given.
Thats where the real question comes in.
Who is reading? Who am I speaking to? For this becomes the most important question of all, to know the receptor of the outpouring. This becomes crucial as it shows how my words are being diciphered, which ends of the scale are visible. Obviously those that comment see the deepest edge to everything I write, the glimpsing in your soul of more and yet more than humans ever imagined in a spiritual sense. How it is linked to Earth, to here, to us, by our emotions, and emotions linked through memory.....
I've asked this question before, and Im not really expecting an answer. What is important though, is that if Im having a conversation with myself about myself - arent there too many people there?
Who am I speaking to?
Who is Listening?
I sat down and had a good hard talk with myself today. In all kinds of guises and roles. We (however many of us there actually are) have made up our minds. Enough. And thats it.
Someones got to be in charge. All this argueing is giving me a headache.
I talk a lot about myself. And I just talk. I cant seem to stop sometimes and it seems a great irony that when I was younger I rarely spoke and believed silence to have a great and unbelievable power, as it does.
But I talk to myself about myself all the time. I think it comes from playing by my self for so many years as a kid. But when Im talking endlessly in the physical, its just talk.
But for some reason here....Because it is writing and yet not writing as I define it, when I talk about myself I just end up talking about something else....Something else entirely. Ordinary events become great metaphors and everyday things symbols and omens. Insight is given.
Thats where the real question comes in.
Who is reading? Who am I speaking to? For this becomes the most important question of all, to know the receptor of the outpouring. This becomes crucial as it shows how my words are being diciphered, which ends of the scale are visible. Obviously those that comment see the deepest edge to everything I write, the glimpsing in your soul of more and yet more than humans ever imagined in a spiritual sense. How it is linked to Earth, to here, to us, by our emotions, and emotions linked through memory.....
I've asked this question before, and Im not really expecting an answer. What is important though, is that if Im having a conversation with myself about myself - arent there too many people there?
Who am I speaking to?
Who is Listening?
I sat down and had a good hard talk with myself today. In all kinds of guises and roles. We (however many of us there actually are) have made up our minds. Enough. And thats it.
Someones got to be in charge. All this argueing is giving me a headache.
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Comment by tlcorbin
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
It was supposed to be funny....And when I talk to crowds, they get awfully wound up, and Kman wanders around muttering about Hitler being reincarnated.....
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
Comment by tlcorbin
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Yes Ive got a bit of a crowd here too....Think I forgot for awhile that Im in charge!
Raven,
Through my giggles, Im afraid to ask.....You too?