Written Whispers

Yays! Wonderful Jo has tagged me for a meme. *big grin* I absolutely love these things and I love answering questions like this. It makes one really think.

I tag… well, anyone who wants it (*pointedly pokes Keiyou*) because I’m feeling lazy and making the links is a pain in the bum since my glasses are missing… er, well, more like misplaced but still, lol.

I am: a story unto myself that is constantly unfolding and being written beneath my feet as if my prints upon the sand were the words I live by.
I think: my brain works differently- more so than I am capable of understanding. Sometimes it’s like my thoughts and the way I see things stem from a different lobe than most people’s.
I know: it will all work out in the end.
I have: more passion than I often know what to do with and it can sometimes get me into trouble.
I wish: I could share my peace and comfort with those who need it most. I also wish, though this is a more selfish one, that I could show my wings to the few very close people who will have understood this comment.
I hate: hate. There are a handful of things I’d like to say I hate but I cannot. There is even a person I would like to say I hate, thought I am ashamed to admit it, but I refuse. To hate something would be to sink down to a level I am not willing to tread.
I miss: my most cherished memories, fleeting moments in time that are so very precious to me.
I fear: the loss of my loved ones.
I feel: constantly on the brink of great discovery.
I hear: tangled thoughts spinning webs between my ears, some meant to entrap me and others meant to set me free.
I smell: nothing. My nose is full of snot. Does snot have a scent?
I crave: safety. Every day feels like a day in the shoes of a foreigner, like I’m in a land of people who’s customs are so unlike my own. It often leaves me feeling unsteady and frightened.
I search: for the right questions to all my answers.
I wonder: about many, many things. For this alone I would have to make a post and a half just to scratch the surface.
I regret: nothing as all things I ‘could’ regret have brought me where I am today and I wouldn’t trade this moment in time for all the riches or knowledge in the realms.
I love: my Hunny, of course. :)
I ache: when I don’t watch the path my thoughts take too carefully.
I am not: who I once was before.
I believe: in what I believe because I have seen, and felt, and touched far too much not to.
I dance: when the words can’t come out fast enough or when the rain is pouring down from the sky with a thunderous appeal.
I sing: utter nonsense… *grin* …to the casual listener.
I cry: a little less with each bit of love I’m given to heal the places in my soul that once were broken.
I don’t always: listen to my own advice.
I fight: the universe from time to time but that’s all part of learning and growing inwards.
I write: and write, and write, and write, and write, and write, and write, and write, and write, and write… to infinity evermore.
I win: every time I am able to help another soul. It brings me great joy just to see someone else smile.
I lose: nothing I don’t willingly give. The universe is full of rewards if we are but willing to brave the rapids of life and go get them.
I never: say things I don’t mean. I’m much too lazy for such a meticulous hobby. Lies are like a knot around me, it’s difficult to remember where the string begins and ends let alone untie the mess without being caught.
I always: have hope.
I confuse: myself from time to time. :)
I listen: with my heart, for even when my hearing diminishes with age it is the ear that will never lead me astray.
I can usually be found: in the midst of weaving words.
I am scared: of an impending moment that I know will come no matter how hard I push fate. There is a chance this moment could break me if I am not given enough time to heal from all my other wounds.
I need: to remember my needs.
I am happy about: so much. Sometimes my newfound smile hurts because I’m unused to grinning so much.
I imagine: I am many people, in many places, with many pasts, presents, and purposes. I wear many faces, genders, and ages, and I walk many paths of life. Such is the awesome’ness of being a crafter of stories.

Thankies for this present of insight Jo. :)

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