The Social Porcupine

Written a long time ago Walk the narrow straight.  It's not so straight, but it's narrow. No room for a companion. No guardrails for when I feel weak. My strength is ebbing. I am drowning in a moving circling current, unable to float into freedom.  What does it mean to let go of someone you love?  I know I mustn't cut him out of my life. I know I mustn't hate him. How could I? My heart aches because I love him so much and don't know how to be merely a friend.  A friend? I wait. I grow. I pray. I gave him my heart... he said, "Thank you for your vulnerability. Let me hold it for a bit. Never mind. It bores me."  Oddly, he never returned my gift. How could he? How can a heart be returned or taken back? How can fire be unkindled? Passion must burn its course until it dies.  * * * "What do you want to do with your life," a man asks a girl.  "I want to forget all of my dreams save the ones that might add sparkles to your life," t...

    I love blogging for many reasons, but mostly because it's a place where I feel safe to fully share who I am and what I'm learning and loving without negative interactions, unlike some other social media platforms I'm on. And I never have to stop and think, "Should I write this or not?" I've always just written what I wanted, trusting others would understand me. Here, I can be honest, and weird, and even a tad  judgemental  without offending anyone, because the community is so good. Or so I always thought. But lately, I've been having so many people tell me they read my blog. People that I figured were hardly even aware of my existence. Such as my parents. Lol, just kidding ... though it was weird when they started talking about things I'd blogged about all the time.  And then over the summer and last few months, I've actually seen my blog on other people's screens and, to be honest, that's been weird. Because now ... I sudde...