through the veils

I’m somewhat surprised at what I can see and what is apparent to me now. I had to say it this way mostly because what is true for me maybe laughable for you. it would be strange to think that we all might carry one thought about things, or share in one feeling. Perhaps I’m just now getting close to what is true for me.

I know that I have a real ability to love a person. I do not think that I am capable of denying it in any real way. not anymore. I think that’s the hidden prize of healing, and it’s a dangerous line. Imagine an alcoholic that finds herself rested. she has colored her hair and after a few months is ready to reconnect with her children. that is what it feels like sometimes, and while my confidence is soaring, the e on my keyboard is starting to stick… perhaps I, like it, am muddled like words causing even more deletes. perhaps I, like her, I have only colored my hair

I’ve been encouraged to say I’ve recovered enough, enough to miss my Charlie Sheen, but what good are all those extra e(s) floating on the surface in all my words without true panther strides in my walk? do I ever stop thinking and knowing? no I don’t but I understand it now. I am comfortable knowing, what I have learned through the veils. I’m not even mad at myself, now that I can offer this respect.

a person I know, will avoid connection and call it self love. they will place a…