January 25, 2013 § 61 Comments
there’s a reason why i don’t read so many blogs anymore.
no really, i’d like to.
but there’s nothing out there for me.
there is an inherent lack of emotion.
no feeling. no love.
it’s usually some cribby stuff about some stuff that some people care about.
i don’t care about politics or your favourite song.
i care about yourself.
tell me about you. what’s on your mind?
you don’t need to write about topics. fuck em. you, are everything.
sit down and tell me about your thoughts. not your fucking day.
everyone lives the same day, yours isn’t any more significant than mine.
what’s special is your interpretation.
maybe you don’t feel as happy as you normally do? is it?
that’s what i care about.
create the illusion of love and i’d read you.
that’s what real writing is. how you make me feel.
make me feel special.
you can only do that by being personal and offering me something that i don’t have.
not knowledge or insight, i have a brain.
your experience. i want it.