“You know who still writes?”
The Bear next to me asked,
I said no.
He said,
“People with broken hearts, and no one to talk to.”
I said ok.
“You know who wants to read your broken words?”
The Bear growled,
I said no.
So he whispered,
“You, when your heart has stopped aching so much.”
“So, now, you write, just to one day read, what the shattered pieces of your heart, were trying to tell you.”
This blog is a way for me to share some stories with you.
Stories about life, and sometimes about feelings, sometimes about joy, and sometimes about unhappiness.
And with a lust for new roads and beautiful kisses and wrong decisions, I find words tell my story better when I don’t know the person whose listening.
That way, no one judges, and I still get to show the words written in my heart, and tell about the marks on my soul that carry my pasts.
The Bear agrees with me. She says that sometimes it’s better to tell strangers and it’s fun to dance with strangers and it’s ok to miss a stranger, and sometimes, when you’re tired, it’s fine to be a stranger. I plan to find out if the Bear is right. She lives in my head, and sometimes she leaves, but usually she’s there. She’s a part of me.