an explaination

August 31, 2008 candacemorris 6 Comments

C'est Fin du August


il est épuisant d'être moi.
i find relief tonight in the thought that i will soon be asleep and for
at least those 8-10 hours (yay for a holiday)
i will have no cognizance of
me.

~crm

p.s. i hope my more melancholic posts never make you worry. it is who i am. i analyze for no one's sake but my own, and i pull no punches with myself...but dears, i am a sad little bird 90% of the time, a bit dreary, sometimes dramatic, and often distant. it's me. you must accept it as i have done, choose not to worry, love me as i am - or for your sake, just choose not to keep reading. :)

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6 comments:

Unknown said...

She is the ever-beautiful and foreboding waters of a hidden lake whose greatest disdain is a crowd and whose greatest joy is to share her cool depths with one or two, seducing them that they may never be happy again away from her sanguinous shores. She matches the gaze of the starlight with lazy glances here and there, offering for a moment, a miniature version nights celestial blanket... each glimmer requited with a piece of her melancholy soul.

emilyclare said...

I fear this comment will not nearly be as eloquent and whimsical as catholicbeer's but let me just say this; I have been reading through your blog for a good part of this afternoon (with a big pot of tea) and personally I like your melancholic entries the most. They are honest and intriguing... I am excited by Dove's 30-day-experiment; mostly so that I can see more into the wonderful worlds you occupy

she said...

what would become of us if we never let some of it out? we'd wither from the inside. seeing ourselves on a page and realizing that there's a part of the world that CAN hold us without demanding further explanation, only expression, is necessary for the introverted melancholy ones. and when you throw down breadcrumbs of self in your own dark forest, sometimes it's surprising to see who comes along behind you and picks them up like pieces leading home.

i don't even know what i'm talking about anymore.

Devon said...

I hope this wasn't sprung by my comment in the car the other day: that you need explain. And I doubly hope that you just didn't ask me to stop reading.

em - i am so happy to have you reading! i love your self!

kjk - i completely follow, dear. fear not.

d- it was sparked by your comment, but not intended for you directly. just got me to thinking how people (all who read) might interpret. i just so often don't really think of my readers - my writing is so for me. it's a good thought process you sparked in me...(the other question i will not even address...:) )

I'm glad when you're sad.
I'm glad when you're happy.
I'm glad to read about it all.

Besides, I agree with KJK. If we didn't let some of it seep out into the world for all to know, from time to time, we'd just float off on the briny tide, never to be seen again.