• Dear no one

    by  • March 17, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, Disappointment • 2 Comments

    I am a person of no importance. Someone with memories, and ghosts, surely, but are they real if no one else feels them? What if I never become famous? A person who has too much to say but no where to put it. I’m supposed to find that place, but how can I start anything if I mean nothing? A darling dear with no intentions, good or bad. A box of cards and pictures for no one, a collection of tape with no purpose. Dear no one. Gossip. With nothing to live for we find good in the wrong places, bad in the right. With nothing to live for I did the same, until I ran into the arms of someone I thought cared about me. Whispering in my ear, holding me closer. But I soon learned it was just desperation, not love. But I think love is desperation, in a way. But the worst part is that not all of us need the attention that we desperately get. Half of the people are just users, and the others hold boxes alike to mine.

    And, in the end, this is the beginning. No matter how much I desire more than this,
    illud est quod est. It is what it is. And this, through writing, may one day heal. Even if no one ever reads this.

    With hope,
    Me.

    2 Responses to Dear no one

    1. Natasha
      March 21, 2018 at 12:17 pm

      I read it babe I feel the same

    2. Trust me
      March 24, 2018 at 2:33 am

      being famous sucks! Within limits from own experience but from observing someone close to my heart who is very much so.
      You shouldn’t want that no matter the visible perks that come along with fame!!!!!
      You are important and full of purpose in your own special way, as I believe we all are. Life is a discovery and you just have to find the place where you feel most like you belong.
      Step over and loose the users, open your boxes and share them with the ones who have them too. You will find that there is still honesty out there, that there are warmth and comfort you may not have felt yet.
      Being volnurable is scary and neccessary but never a sign of weekness.
      Accepting and moving forward without loosing sight of where you want to be and without shutting yourself out is true strength. The later may be the toughest but your hope will get you there.
      Best wishes to you and
      A posse ad esse

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