free yourself from mental slavery

I have written in many different forms and I have thought through the very precise wordings of what I want to say in the most rigid and formal appearing contexts. I recall the days my hand was steady and wrote with the forms rote from practice and desire to perform. The longest passages of words given flight in flurries I would have given more time if I hadn't wanted to know where my mouth should open next and the breath of life's communication give the louder import of my souls desires. I have less skill in finding where the finest penmanship is in my capacity to etch a streak of color or exposition or verse across some place set for the wordings of someone else at some other time. This desire is no longer as urgent as other days in my life, and it has never been as strong as that desire to express and to know without the eyes or the ear or the mouth. There are those mental capacities diminished, and there are those I never sought to have, but I know that I can remember something lost better than something I never had. The conversations overheard in my head where I lost connection to something there to grab, I won't desire their return to prominence, I won't give in to being simply glad, I live with time to make a decision, but I have other lives I would have had, so every little time I remember one I think of them for there are better days to know where others were sad. I don't like this feeling and I never said I have.

love and communication

There are more people than I can account for and that has never been my desire. I've imagined the emotions of someone who has wanted to express their interests in ways that open the door to my heart. I'll say something to the other like I knew that I was not enough, though the confidences given to a personal ego are not enough to give up doubt. You is a good word to say when your thoughts are turned to what was the best time to know someone like yourself. I'll be there in ways that recall broader oppositions to not staying in the place I was brought (sullenly dropped?) It is better to change the stated distance from your idea of self to what is wrought. Repeated wording in what you were expecting to say isn't needed to be able to remind your own future of what you thought. I gave myself to a you that was lost in someone else's minding of the times they felt how easy it was to stop their own actions from being distraught. Those feelings are those I have wanted to know from others but I have wanted to enjoy making others feel well.