Do I write what’s in my heart and soul, all of it, no holds barred, even if I know it’ll hurt or offend those who care?
What if I know they’ll never read it? Only hear about it from someone else. The telephone game, all of it twisted anyway.
Do I write baring all my feelings, emotions, even if they aren’t fair to others, even if they’re the emotions of a selfish and angry man-boy?
Or does the fact that I’m feeling them mean there’s something to them – that they’re somehow justified, even if only to me…
It helps me to know I’m writing this to a person who’ll actually read it – ACTUALLY READ IT – who it’ll mean something to, or at least be understood by.
People don’t care. If I can make them care, then we win. If not… life doesn’t change.
I watched a movie just now. Like every other. Nothing different, no take home to it. A 90-min mental vacation.
The things I write have to be more than a mental vacation. There has to be take home. Or again, life doesn’t change.
By Eric Lokian
Eric sent me this, and his words moved me. If it was meant as an article or just for me, I felt that it had to be published, or shared with everyone else. I wanted to share the sincerity of the feelings behind these words, the pain that is hidden behind his writing.
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