Getting to the bottom of the barrel in my life; I've seen a point of giving up to the people that became afraid of me.
They would cast judgements upon me, of who i should be or say this how people normally act. This felt labeling to a point of how the world should act, and how i should become.
I was told this so much growing up; i began to hate others and would fear speaking to another. The reason being was fear, but also a lack of confidence so i became tried of listening to the words of man, and their actions became judgmental to me and a bother.
How I share these words i seek the pencil and paper because expressing out of my mouth is to judgemental for the audience of man to express upon me.
Some say this?
Some say that?
How do you know?
How should i say this or that or a when or where within my moments of speaking, so i escape into the world of words written down on paper to express my reality.
Sharing on paper is good, but the truth is when it comes out of my mouth.
The paper and pen is a healthy escape, but the words that is spoken gets into the skin of you and me.
Sharing my moments today and yesterday tells a story each day if you truly believe.
Words are alive.
Words are real.
It blends into the DNA of man and woman and flows into the character you express each day.
Sharing is a release of the soul toward another. NO NOT HOLDING IT IN, THAT'S EGO, but sharing LIBERATES.
Sharing is like Love its feeling deep down to the emotional flow of man it Liberates.