Tuesday, March 07, 2006
masked ball
we hide behind words, like revelers at a masked ball. each understanding why the other can never reveal himself fully. hiding instead behind gaily colored lanterns and other festive embellishments. how beautiful then, when we loosen the ribbons of our capes and naked ourselves on the floor. to weep, to laugh, to choose. i'm on my way.
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it's amazing.. being around those we feel comfortable enough to be silent with.
yes its beautiful to be accepted as we are.
wonderful
great to have you posting again
i've never been
and think first of a scene
from Amadeus
cautiously looking,
like a child
but knowing better
how well
you capture
the imagined moment
beautiful
and a lot of truth
thank you everyone and for visiting here - even when i am silent. i love you all for your honesty on your own blogs, too.
i think it depends on who is writing or talking you know. most communication is non-verbal anyway. i think you show a lot in your writing. not everybody does. some are masters at making it appear that they are, though. i'm not knocking anybody's form of expression. i just often think we lie to ourselves.
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