You Can't Hold Something Else If You're Busy Holding Your Heart
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I have been sitting for a while and looking at the screen and the blinking cursor and the keys have been under my fingers waiting to be put together into words that make sense of what is happening further up the arm, under the chest. There has been a lot going on but it is all stuff that has no place being talked about here. I suppose, the only fact that is important is that it is the kind of stuff that makes you hold your heart in your hand and ask yourself who you are, where you come from and how you fit into this whole mess. To be honest, I am fairly uncertain about all three at the moment. With that, there is this painting, the heart in my hand and thoughts of times long ago when the questions where different and so where the answers.... Enjoy!
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Thanks for the gallery link.
That hits home for many, but especially for those who wear their heart on their sleeve. Believe me, I have blood-stains on every shirt I ever wore!
". . . times long ago when the questions were different and so were the answers ..."
Being a boomer, I can keenly relate with this! My writings often tend to lean to the negative aspects of life - more of the realities than the delusions, even when you try to be positive! Then you get labeled and categorized; and even worse, considered out of the loop since the questions are now different. The good part of this is that it keeps us on our toes and keeps our neurons lubricated active and open. But I can't be anything but 'real'. Thanks for being 'real':) btw love the pic -- it really captures the feeling, the torment, if you will.
Thanks for the thoughtful response. I really appreciate your taking the time to share your thoughts. You are spot on. Thanks again! Cheers!