The Kebilsphere

Sometimes I write just to prove to myself
To prove to myself that I still am
And to leave evidence for me to find tomorrow
That I was here the time before

I leave sentances with traces and hints of what thoughts
and feelings and doings and meanings I was construing
And the sentances and words, paragraphs that lead to pages
They are not just vanity and masturbation
These orphaned words are what lends to me a sense on continuation

A thread of constancy, a sense of self
An electronic image I am drawing of myself, to remind myself
Remind myself of where I have been, where I once was
What I was looking towards back then, and to see if now I have arrived
at that destination upon which I once set
at a point in the past.

And the fact that this is all public domain does not mean
that I have no sense of shame
Rather, I think of it as a way of keeping myself honest to my true audience, which is of course, myself

I do not mind, and rather blushingly smile, to know that some upon these words others eyes may sometime meander. To share this space in thought and feeling is something unique and uniquely human. Something
which is oft underated and misunderstood.