Not sure about you, there…

The idea of writing one’s thoughts is often misunderstood. It’s easy to assume that the oracle of someone’s mind; pouring; reaching; coughing onto the page, is indeed a nirvana of belief… but at the end of the day, it’s nothing more than our crazed conscious minds putting thumb to touchscreen the chaos of our subconscious.

Mid-sentence you might drift off, both writer and reader, wondering what’s for dinner or who to kiss next.

Doctors, friends, parents, psychologists, analysts – all generally advise on writing things down. As if the pressure of life needs a valve.

Very true.

And on the subject of truth, that question of truth or emotion came to me last night, in a random act of attraction to words. Social media dished it up on a platter of late-night-flight-delay drug and surprised me that there is someone else asking; forthrightly the question of faith each and everyone of us has in a human’s judgement. Not a huge deal, but such a refreshing thing to see.

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