Invisible
December 31,
2009
2009
My blog does not serve to entertain the reader. Sometimes, I think, it hardly entertains me. Problem is, if it's on the net, it ain't a secret.
I've always been acutely aware of that. Of the potent force behind every trail I leave on the internet. Nothing can everything sometimes.
I realise how some may read my words, and intrepret it differently from what I mean it to be.
And so I edit. I amend. I rarely ever write what I really mean. What is inside my head.
There's always that overwhelming feeling that I would like to become invisible.
Maybe I should be like Nirah, and remove my trace forever.
And retreat to the safe, and ever present pages of my paperback journal. Leatherbound. Floral.
A place where I can truly write what I mean.
This entry was posted
on Thursday, December 31, 2009
.
You can leave a response
and follow any responses to this entry through the
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
.
0 comments