Hi -
Sorry to miss you all - and to miss Tai Chi's birthday (best wishes, Tai Chi)
Here's a belated birthday pic to go with your video (great lyrics btw)
i think he belongs here - like he's not going to take no for an answer : )
Hey
I apologise for not answering e-mails recently.
I know it's been nearly a month since i communicated with anyone (13th April) but i promise you, if i'd been able to do so i would have checked in.
i admit i've been struggling. Sometimes its like i 'stop' --so NOT knowing what to do, that i can do absolutely nothing --i mean i move around, i write a bit, but i can't go out or make contact with anyone (pretty freakish, eh??)
For a while its been about the whole 'torture' thing. I've stayed away because i'm so ******* angry about it, i don't trust myself not to have a ******* breakdown talking about it...ha haa (and wouldn't the torture apologists just love that?)
i have written a poem --(it was more like sicking it up, actually).
If you get to read it sometime, somewhere around here, please don't freak out -
(ha -there's that word again)
The poem makes reference to feeling suicidal -true - but i promised Olga ages (years) ago (and have reminded her since) that if i ever got to that stage (not illegal if unassisted in the UK), I'd leave her a message on the diary. So unless she sees that - not to worry one bit. Ever.
Its a promise i know i'd keep - i wouldn't walk away and leave someone in the dark about that.
Anyway - it's no big deal. I remember i saw a post by edgar once, regarding suicide. He had written something like "I have a problem with suicide"
I wanted to reply - "So do I. I can't do it."
That's how it is for me. I respect life. I say to myself - hey... many have it a hundred times worse and keep going....
I say to myself - hey...we are inside some weird, unfathomable miracle existence travelling at the speed of light. Life itself is a gift. Live it while you can...ect
But when i'm down... it can get very tough
Then i stay away from people i care about because i don't want to add to someone's ****.
I mean REALLY
It can be counter-productive because people worry if they don't hear from me. Sorry if you were someone like that - but you don't want to hear from me when i'm 'on one' - its not pretty - and anyway, when i'm stuck like that i can't respond to anything. Writing that poem was desperate - until it was done.
As for keeping that promise...i would never break it. Trust me.
There is a thread around called 'what is truth'?
its a difficult one and who knows the answer? But the first word to float into my brain after i read the question, was 'honour'.
I don't know why, exactly. But to me, (and i'm sure it is different for everyone) Truth is Honour.
I won't break that promise.
Here's a truth: I started drinking again- after 8 MONTHS on the wagon! Weak, eh? I know it.
Anyway, moving on -- here's a 'thing' i wrote a while ago
If i could i would
congratulate J
catch up with O
post a picture to R
Have a chat with E
wish R a happy birthday
wish J a happy birthday
say hi to I
post music to L
say hi to R
say hi to D
Happy Birthay T C
say thank you to K
Congratulate B
and more
I'm sure sometimes it must seem like i don't give a **** about people around here- but if you think that, you couldn't be more wrong. I follow many posters who i've never or hardly ever spoken to. I read their stuff from a distance and don't disturb them. People i've respected have sometimes ignored me when i've approached them (away from my own threads) But i don't blame them. When i'm nervous (shy, actually) i say the most cringe worthy, dumb ******* things! It's hilariously sad - even to me. (That's an oxymoron, btw)..
Other times, it's the anger i feel that stops me saying something. I think recently i've been pretty close to losing it.
The result of that is, i've been trying to deal with feeling like a coward for not speaking my mind.
The poem i wrote has eased that a bit. But it's never enough.
I'm probably making things worse by saying all this but for some fucked-up reason, i just want (need) to tell it like it is.
hope you are all doing good
cheers, endy
ps
Today i'm thinking about Naima (Lostnsearching) out there in Pakistan where hell is kicking off.
I remember when I thought she was a 21 year old Scandinavian bloke with a Billy Connally sense of humour. And then, after talking to her while, pissed out of my head of course - i found out she was a 14 year old girl from Pakistan.
Suddenly I felt responsible. Sober. Yet somehow, we still managed for a while, to have a laugh. To share some sadness. To talk about poetry.
She wasn't fazed by my dumb posts.
Naima was far wiser than me. She had a much better sense of humour and a very true sense of loyalty.
I miss her and worry about her.
Are we all just meant to ignore the escalation of war? Even when it begins to steamroll over people we know and care about?
Here's a great poem
Quote:
WITHOUT YOU
without you...
i scrape deserts in search of an oasis,
that oasis is you
i am a bird that soars high, to feel the wind
the wind is you
it is two for a joy,
the second is you
i am the summer,
where the sun is you
No matter how conspicuous you may be
i still can't find you
I know where you are
yet still i can't attain you
oh dear Father, please come back
it is this life that i live...
unwhole without you...
Lostnsearching
See ya