come

I am sitting here in this chair thinking thoroughly about what I could possibly write and nothing seems to come to my mind.

Thoughts are rushing through my mind but none of them desire to come out. While they want to be repeated they don't want anyone to hear them. Regardless of the sound of this it is not about what wants to come out but to who will receive or preceive it.

It is this feeling of repression that is bothering me. It's like there is nothing to share because I don't want to share it. It is also as if it can't be squeezed out of me. I just have so much to say yet there is nothing to say. Feelings are just everywhere and seem so unimportant and important all at the same time.

Why can't memories just be deleted and taken away. I wish they didn't control so much of what happens in the future or how it affects our future or the person we are or will become.

Freedom and release. Change and do-over. Good things...some are possible while others are not (do-over).

Changing Perfection. Changing Imperfection. That is the difference between change in us and an impossible change in God.

Deepness is leaving and basically nothingness replaces it. Super. Have a good one.