Sunshine on my window makes me happy...
I said i wouldn't write like that anymore. Metaphors. Metaphors are private, internal worlds of meaning that I realise confuse everyone around me except myself. Every sentence I wrote in my past I now see in a completely different light when I look back. Like I knew all along what was going on even though when I wrote it, it meant something completely different at the time. I remember one relationship I had, and I dedicated a list of songs to this guy whenever something hit me right. After we broke up, I listened to the songs again, and I realised that all of them said one thing "I like you but I can't commit to you." I'd never seen that sentence in them before, in each they were said a different way. I was in school back then so I'm past that stage where commitment means bondage, but it still holds true. Metaphors are for private understandings and this blog is a bridge for Clarity Jones to rub the boundaries of the world and make sandcastles out of her space.
I read on a blog recently, the sentence "My defense is paper-thin." The writer meant that she felt pretty defenseless. To me it meant something else entirely.
My defense is paper-thin. This (rubs the paper she writes on) is my defense.
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