Showing posts from September, 2015

The Grinch who stole Christmas

To feel life's ironies is both a blessing and a curse.  On Guilt: Guilt is a green room of pictures of the people you hurt, they are dusty and cobwebs surround them. It is cold but it is also mixed with a feverish hot that cannot be explained. When you look up for relief there is a mirror and the only thing you see is yourself looking at yourself.  Dear younger me,  You are older you without realizing it and older you will remember you knew that. Older you will know you did things out of pain when you did them out of pain, out of pleasure when out of pleasure and out of complete disregard when you did them out of such.  Older you is less forgiving than you are right now, you should think of her every once in a while. She is most proud of the secret moments and most judgmental of secrecy itself.  They say do not let your left hand know what your right hand does.  But the right and the left are joined at the heart. Remember that.  With Love,  Future y