I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Sunday, January 04, 2015

Motives.


It has proven impossible for you to stay away in spite of your efforts to proclaim to all who care to listen how you despised where you were.  For a quick second it appeared you were gone for good having announced to all a newly found happiness, and on your way out you held no punches in discrediting anything left behind.
You have vowed so vehemently to stay away, yet you still hold on to a memory others forgot long ago.  Whatever fragments were left of that past, they don’t seem to matter to anyone, but you.  If at one point it seemed to matter, it was because you were mistaken for a raft by a person lost at sea, but instead you were a slippery rock that sunk that person deeply at every attempt of staying afloat.
You have chosen to remain covered with a dark cloud of judgment spreading animosity everywhere you go.  It is your choice to remain stuck in a field of misery in which you navigate alone snooping, stalking, commenting – always negatively of course, although you fervently deny any intentional wrongdoing. You have become a master at deflecting responsibility from your actions and always find ways to disguise your motives.

What are your motives now?
What are you after now that you have made your presence known again?