We are all formed and formulated in such unique ways, with nothing perfect,and often the imperfections instigating our most grievous or remarkable instincts.
Myself, there are some pathways that are smooth as butter, great and dear friends, untouched and unharmed, where I can venture out and it's smooth sailing down that dirt road or with the little photo phone or the enamored inculcated wording or any number of things.
But what i know to be true, is the many venues and forests and pathways are not sanctioned, are left alone and stuck, unexpressed and tied off in some long dark hallway. Unheard, unfelt, unsung.
So that, now and again, those unallowed-for-now places tire of their banishment. And when this happens, I go round collecting such a manner of beautiful interesting creations others have done, that somehow in some way resonate with my own caged stuff.
The funny thing is, if we have a stuck area and we are subverting without allowing that which is part of us to come out, then the perusal of loveliness does not work and,no matter it's worth, does not help.
It serves simply as a temporary distraction from the fact that some parts of us are operational ,and some are banished.
And there remains an ache where the other expression would be.
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