Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

Everyone always seems to put very personal stuff on their blogs. Stuff that is deep, meaningful, and most of all close to their hearts. Through those blogs its possible to learn more about the person and who they really are and what is going through their head that they probably would never say outright. In a way, its inspiring to try to write ones like those. Ones that tell what I wouldn't dare to say or what really goes through my head or even just a deeper glimpse at who I really am.
But I can't.
I'm afraid
I have been hurt by close friends before, and I fear being hurt again. Blogs are too open, everyone can read them. I want only people who I know I can trust hearing what I really think and believe. I never use to be that way, never was cynical or not trusting, but I guess experiences leave there mark on people. But hopefully, with time, I'll learn to trust again. Maybe you'll be able to see that transformation on this blog. Miracles happen.

But for now, this is as deep of a blog as you will ever read from me.

"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men."

-T.S. Eliot "Hollow Men" I love the whole poem, but I only put the first part tonight for two reasons: 1. I don't feel like typing the whole thing. 2. I know people will not sit and read the whole thing. Since the whole thing is DEFINETLY worth reading, I'll put part of it up each night, or now and than, so people will end up reading the whole thing. It's such and awesome poem for those of you who haven't read it.