Riddle me this, riddle me that..

Writing poetry is like wrapping your true intentions in expensive paper, and then putting it behind bulletproof glass.

Reading poetry is about self-interpretation and assigning another persons words and thoughts to the readers own life, no matter how strangely the text plays out.

That’s how I see it anyway.

So tonight I wrote for the first time in some time.. I mean, I write here and there, but it’s usually small things, and it’s all over the place.. tonight, I actually had the inspiration to write something all the way through, and I really like how it came out.. although I’m not going to share it with the world.. I’ll read it to my inspiration.. eventually.. but I think I need to wait a bit so as not to set off any alarms.

I asked a close friend to read it real quick and he just referred to me as “a liver of life”.. haha, very cool comparison. I don’t see myself as all that interesting of a person, but when I stand back and look at my life experiences, I realize, holy crap, my life is anything but boring.. I know some amazing and unique people.. I have some insane connections, that I guess I never really realize are there until some outsider says “You know so and so?!” and my response for example (which has happened several times in this area) is.. yeah.. J. Isobel De Lisle is my best friend.. etc. etc. I won’t put other names because then I just feel like I’m blatantly name dropping, and that isn’t me.. but I can do it with Izzy.. she’s practically my sister. I don’t see these people as whatever they’re known for.. I see them as people.. I guess that’s why celebrities don’t excite me all that much. I’ve met tons of famous people and really only hold my autograph from Dallas Green dear to me.. mostly because his lyrics have helped me through some of the toughest moments I’ve had to experience up to this point in my life. I admire him as not just a writer, an artist, a musician, I admire him as a human being brave enough to put those feelings into words and music, and share his love and pain with the world. That takes a special kind of person.

Ah, another good point just brought up to me.. “everyone works better when they have a muse to inspire them” Oooh.. how trueee is that..

Speaking of which, Ben and Jill are officially engaged.. finally. I always knew they were eachother’s forever. I envied the kind of unconditional love they had for each other, even when they disagreed.. I watched them learn compromise, and it brought them closer, rather than pushing them apart. Bradlee and I didn’t have compromise like that. We were both very stubborn individuals, and unlike Ben and Jill, didn’t know how to give in to the other person here and there. It was our own selfishness that destroyed the relationship.. but I guess I can only hope that we’ve both learned from that mistake and we don’t hurt anyone else in the same way. You live, you love, you learn, you trip and fall on your face, you learn again, you do it a few more times, and then finally something sticks. Hoping maybe my lessons stick soon.. hahaha.

I’m so happy for the two of them.. but I’m so sad knowing I won’t be invited to the wedding of one of my favorite couples, one that I helped to create.. damn relationship politics. I’m sure I’ll see photos and hear stories.. I just wish I could be there. Shame.

I should get some sleep.. I fear I may have gotten kinda quiet late last night when I started to feel sick from exhaustion.. although I’m sure it wasn’t an issue.. point being, I wanna recuperate so I’m not useless the rest of the week.

Many goodnights to the no one that’s reading because I haven’t shared this blog with anyone.