Sunday, April 17, 2016


My thoughts and feelings bared to you.
Vulnerable, for you to poke around in my unfiltered words. Dissect them if you wish. Cut through the paper and try to read in between the lines. You think you've made sense of it all. You think you've caught me at my weakest.

No no no, my dear. You have caught me at my strongest. My words are my weapons. My words are my armor.  You haven't found a secret buried deep. It's always been here, out in the open.
You have a weapon of your own. Always showing off your three-edged sword.
I don't think you understand how to use your weapon of choice. I'd explain it all to you but Straczynski puts it simply.
"Understanding is a three edged sword: your side, their side and the truth."

My words could be interpreted in a thousand ways. Your understanding hints at only one. The truth is always here for whoever wants it.

You must be curious about my so-called weapons? What could possibly be better than yours?
Have a little imagination!
Could it be Excalibur?    Now you're wondering how on Earth I managed to pull the sword from its stone.
Could it be Ivlivs?  Now you're wondering why Jason would entrust me with his sword.
Could it be Riptide?    Now you're wondering if Percy lost Anaklusmos. But is that even possible?
Could it be Needle?     Now you're wondering if Arya left it for me.

Or maybe you don't now Arthur, Merlin, Jason, Percy, Hercules or Arya. You might not know about my countless other friends.

You can't steal someone's imagination. That's insane. You merely use theirs to fuel yours.

There's nothing weak about vulnerability anyway. It's pure, raw power.
"Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren't always comfortable, but they are never weakness"                                                                                          -Brené Brown

"There is strength in vulnerability and exposing your scars to the world."

Fare Thee Well.

*Muddled thoughts. Midnight rambling*

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