Thursday, January 18, 2007

Like Oil on my Hands.
Dear Reader,

At times I wonder what I really have to say, because in truth, I never lay down all the facts in my letters. I guess, maybe in some ways by doing that, I would be able to let you feel what I feel and understand the way I feel and yet still protect my thoughts and what really is going on in my life. I mean, it's not a big thing that I go through, but maybe I'm helping someone out there by finding the words for them... maybe.

Living in a small country, you have to learn to keep your mouth shut. That's what I think and I think, when you learn to do that, you seem to understand something that most people can't get. We don't have to reduce ourselves into beings who pour out all their secrets do we? What have you really kept to yourself that others don't know of? What have you really kept to yourself and not thought of? Because sometimes, that secret you keep echoes in your head, and you wonder... well I wonder, does this make me a lesser person because I just can't keep something that just shouldn't be said? I'm not sure if that would be true, but I think it does. Yet, the argument that I hear majority of the time is that it's better to let things out - but no, it isn't. I mean, how stupid are you to need something to be said? Can't you just understand something or does it really need to be spelled out to you? It just seems hope makes us stupid, and foolish. Yet, could you really blame someone for wanting to believe in something? Of course you can, so maybe for some of us we do need to just hear it... Or would you rather not ever know?

I think we tend to forget the fact that some things aren't meant to be solved or finished, or done. It's better to just throw it away and start all over again, or just move on. I think, this letter might just be pointless, I know I could've simply summed up what I was saying... actually am I even saying anything at all? It doesn't matter.

How things ended up... It may not have been what I wanted to happen, but it did happen. So now it's my life.

Yours Truly,
Nayt.

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