There has never been a day, not once, wherein I was allowed to wear blinders. Instead, my mind continually runs, my observations are ever-present. I really can’t change the way I am. I’ve tried. I’ve only accepted my way, with the understanding that my journey is in many ways one that will only be shared with the hardiest of minds.
I realize the great majority do not think the volume of thoughts I think in a given day, but there are those that do. My inclination is: those are the one’s who faithfully read my blog; the one’s who contemplate the thought behind the thought; the one’s that wonder the thought behind the words. We are a special breed. We are, for the most part – writers – whether ever placing one word onto the page.
Some write veiled, others write revealed. I fall into the latter. For those that…
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