Monday, August 23, 2010

The Inner Struggle: Fighting the postulation of political correctness

If only I could bring myself to write what is truly on my heart, I doubt anyone would find me worth loving. It is the most unforgivable thing and people are not redeemed for speaking such things out loud. My entire being wants to scream out the dirty little secrets and hang all that filthy laundry out so that I can gas it and light it and watch it burn. Mine is a fire sign. I fancy playing with it. Burning changes matter from one form to another. Nothing like fire to incite fan the flame of a revolution.


Julie said...

Nothing you could say would make you not worth loving!

Confide in someone you can trust so you don't have it weighing you down. It's easier to bear your burdens if you have someone to share it with.

Sheer Almshouse said...


I have a flair for melodrama.... pity I dont write drama.

Z said...

Thinking awful thoughts is normal. It's a safety valve. Never post secrets on the internet that you wouldn't speak out loud. You are lovable, and you are loving - but do love yourself. It matters just as much as loving your neighbour. More, actually, because you have to live with yourself.

Julie said...


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