I could write a how to book

They say it's easier to tell the truth than to lie.
Mark Twain agreed. "If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything."

If that is true, why do I have such a hard time saying how I feel when you are standing in front of me, waiting for an honest response, but I can gift wrap bullshit and tie it in a bow like I am one of Santa's little helpers... It's practically an art form.

I know I've written about honesty before. About how I am not some huge liar, but if you expect me to tell you how I feel, you are so very mistaken.. but this is different.

This is about how, no matter how wrong lying may be, to some people, it just comes easy.
Sometimes, it's not any easier to tell the truth than to tell a lie.

I guess for some people, it just comes naturally.

I'm back

and better than ever.

I've got new rules, new plays, new lines.

I've got more to do and much less time.
But I'm going to fit it all in.

I've been living on my knees for a while, but I'm ready to breathe easy and dive back in.

I hope you know, I don't need you now.

I'm just keeping you around.

Quote of the day:

"I swear to everything when I leave this earth,

gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt."

11:11

I keep saying I don't when I really do.

I keep saying stop, when I want to move.

I keep saying go slow, but I'm gaining speed.

We don't say what we want, but we do what we need.

I have never made so many wishes in a day

On dandelions and eyelashes that I blow away

They leave my fingers for the currents of the wind

While I wait for 11:11 so I can wish it all again.

I have never seen so many shapes in the clouds

Laying in the grass, we don't say it out loud

On the tips of our tongues and our fingers too

It's 11:11 and I'm wishing for you.

I keep saying I don't when I really do.

I keep saying stop when I mean move.

I keep finding words with nothing to say.

And I've never made so many wishes in a day.

Dedication.

I've never touched you.

On rare occasion did I hear your voice directed at me, when not many miles away.

I've never looked in your eyes with a pounding heart in my chest or felt the electricity of anticipation pulsing from your fingertips.

But I've answered the phone at 2 AM and listened to your mumbled words, your thoughts tumbling incoherently from your lips, trying to decipher every word.

I've written words for the sole purpose that you would read them, that you would like them, find something inspiring in them.

I've gone out of my way to be clever just for your amusement, to grab hold of your attention.

I've basked in your compliments, laughed at your witticisms, and shrugged off your sly suggestions.

You said you like to play with fire and I'm the hottest thing on your plate.

I rolled my eyes.

But when you said you were an optimist,
I held on to every word.

You've been my intellectual stimulation, attraction, and my inspiration.

Have I ever said thank you?