tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725822664573436789.post5350697695938730849..comments2015-12-23T08:12:06.828-08:00Comments on Life Behind The Mask: MushinessGirlytechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13934208748147142888noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725822664573436789.post-45651487306383286452009-04-16T18:30:00.000-07:002009-04-16T18:30:00.000-07:00You too have become someone so significant to me t...You too have become someone so significant to me that it's almost scary that when I wake, it's you that I immediately think of. It's not a pressure at all for me and I can only hope that it's the same for you. It's not an eloquence that you need as I truly do see it in your actions. Your words, be they spoken or otherwise simply add the detail or confirmation to such. I'm glad that I can't read you. It leaves all the more mystery there to solve over time.<br /><br />I started writing the bit above as response to following what you have in the order in which it was placed. Then I realized that there was too much to think about in keeping it orderly. Instead, I think it would be more natural to spill it out.<br /><br />It's not that there are secrets and things that I need to keep you from as much as it is my lack of understanding how to express things. It seems that it's once in a great while that I am able to blossom forward and voice all that I am feeling. Honestly, I think I know what's keeping me back. There was a book called "Matilda" that I remember from childhood. It was about a girl that had an ability to move things with her mind. In the story, she developed this power as she was constantly imprisoned in a society that left no challenge for her. There was no place for her to vent her creativity of spirit and mind. I think that I write and sing and paint and create to express my should and cry out to the world to see what it is that I have inside. In the times that you were given the small chances to peek into what I had made, what feeling did you get? Thinking back on it, it was all simply the broken heart of a man illustrated on paper or spewed out from the fingertips to the keyboard. I think that I can't do it anymore because I don't have to. If it's you that has captured my "voice" and taken it from me, then it's simply because your lips have caught hold of mine. If I'm not able to write, then it's because my hand is full with yours or my arms busy with an embrace. That's a trade that I'm willing to make. If you feel that you're lacking in some way of expression, dash the thoughts aside for I think the same thing of you. It's in the quiet moments of solace that we are able to provide a written explanation of all that we feel and that's enough for me.<br /><br />I know it doesn't address it all...I am off to go start laundry...I was also distracted by a phone call. All being said, it was a novel that I enjoyed reading.Asian Sensationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03016720798122432021noreply@blogger.com