A glimpse into my soul
I was reading through my journal, which sadly I have neglected. Thought I would share the Mel of October, 2004. I'll share more later, but this is a start....
"With every brush stroke an artist sees something. A vision perhaps, a dream.
For many it is their vision alone, but a vision that will not let them go.
My life is a vision, and mine alone.
I have parents, siblings, a spouse, stepchildren, friends, aunts and uncles, and even cousins and nieces.
They all see the clown, the merry maker.
What would they think if I showed them the real me, the "vision?"
Even my best friend knows not the real me.
Of course this is my error.
I let the illusion continue.
Somehow this is so much easier.
I will continue the illusion which we have all helped to create.
I will bear the self inflicted nightmare alone."
"With every brush stroke an artist sees something. A vision perhaps, a dream.
For many it is their vision alone, but a vision that will not let them go.
My life is a vision, and mine alone.
I have parents, siblings, a spouse, stepchildren, friends, aunts and uncles, and even cousins and nieces.
They all see the clown, the merry maker.
What would they think if I showed them the real me, the "vision?"
Even my best friend knows not the real me.
Of course this is my error.
I let the illusion continue.
Somehow this is so much easier.
I will continue the illusion which we have all helped to create.
I will bear the self inflicted nightmare alone."
posted by Melanie was here @ 9:50 PM
This post makes me want to punch Sandy Duncan in the face.