You know, I often find myself surprised at the amount of people who keep up with me and my cryptic forms of communication. Blogging/documenting my life has sort of been a thing of mine for as long as I can remember, and despite the fact that I've jumped from platform to platform, countlessly telling and re-telling stories, I never really imagined anyone would follow me and my Machiavellian bread crumbs.
Of course, I leave them there for people to find, but I pull a Tupac once every few years and still, each time I come back from the dead, I retain the same pseudonym and assume that I'm talking to myself when I never really am. My words have always had a habit of getting me into trouble, yet I'm so awfully fond of them and I know many people also find their hypnotic grasp pleasurable in ways that poetry couldn't even contain.
That's how it is when you're a lover of words, but to be quite frank, I personally fall in love with all the things we don't say.
It is true - I am a writer; I love words; I love the way we say certain things to one another; although when it comes down to it, I'm not one to take things literally. You would think that I am, but I am not. There is almost always a meaning behind the meaning, which is why I read in between the lines and find the words that matter most.
When we're young, it's easy to just open up a dictionary and look up something that doesn't make sense. This is how we learn that one word is often a combination of other words that came before it. Life is a lot like this in the sense that as we grow, we're often made up of people we've met and the places we've been. The person you are today, is a byproduct of someone else, someone you probably don't even know very well - but in the end you really don't have to.
I guess that's why I'm always trying to speak anonymously when it's obvious that someone is always watching.
