I'm still alive ya'll. I had a rough week. I had a lot of stuff going on, and I wanted to blog about it. I just couldn't make. I have found out some very interesting things in the past week or so. On which, I will discuss progressively. Here is a list of things are to come.
Racial Ambiguity
Race and what it means
Race in poetry
Meaningful friendship
Clear-cut aspirations
Being 1 in a million
Hopefully, that's not too abstract. I do think it will be fun to discuss these and potentially receive feedback. The world is a big place and it's hard to sift through life some times.
What's the one thing that people spend a lifetime chasing but allow to slip through their fingers in a second?
LOVE and we all want it.
I had my heart broken yesterday. It hurt. God knows it hurt. Some might say that's what college is about. Loving all the wrong ones so you know what the right one feels like like. But it wasn't even about THE ONE, especially the right one. It was about the love. I find myself so in love with so many things and so many people so much of the time, and for reason, to what end? It's better to have love than to have lost? It's been to have Loved than to be Lost.
You can't give love, give love, give love, give time, and expect all to be perfect and happy doodle. I hate that. I hate that people have ten million issues, but if you ask them, all they can say is I left the stove on?!
And that stove just happens to be burning a hole in your soul because you LOVE THAT STOVE. You love it with all of you. No matter how much you say it's just for baking and making casseroles, that stove does something for you. It does something to you. It lights up your world. It's heats up more than your hands. You can't help but love that stove, and when it's broken, your whole world will have crashed instaneously. It won't just be a matter of replacing the elements, buying new knocks, or hell, even cleaning it! It will have to be replaced, and you won't know how to let go because you have never had to let go. You don't know how to let go.
That's me. As fearful as I am of the very existence of heat, I don't know how to turn my stove off. I don't know how to let go of the stove handle. I love it. I want the same one forever. No matter how far I travel or whenever I want a cookie, I want that stove to pop open and give me my cookie. Not too hot, just warm enough and soft to say it's not cold.
That cookie is the love, and it crumbles right through my fingers everytime. If it ever even gets baked. I stay up all night waiting for that moment when the cookie is just right, and it's gone before I know it. I love it, but it loves me not.
It crumbles.
I had my heart crumbled yesterday, but today, I must move forward, chasing a new love!
I am typically not even really up for blogging, but I have turned a new page in my book and recording a new chapter. I need a way to spread my voice and develop audience and charisma as well as just vent sometimes. Sometimes, I just want to write, no matter who reads it. ORBLE just sounds like where you do that. I will be posting some flash fiction which I like to call Characatures later. I will also be using this a drawing board, a place to sample good a bad ideas, to get thumbs ups and downs, and finally display (not distribute my work*). I hope you enjoy what you read here, and know that this is just beginning of the Rel Fyr.
HK Writes, U seek
*Please note that I have a million copies of everything I ever post in case we wind up in court for your plagiarism. Depending on what it is, I may give it to you (sometimes for a small gift in return.)
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