“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
― Oscar Wilde
Welcome! I am read. Pronounced in past tense. Growing up my mother said I could choose to be anyone I want , as most mothers do. After investing a quarter of my life in thought of an identity to wear I finally realized what I want to be. I want to be read. Words have a rather poor habit of slipping out in the most inordinate ways and mine insist upon infidelity. As much I wish they stay faithfully confined within the appropriateness of my thoughts, they refuse to monogamy and urge to mate with senses beyond mine. And so, in their world I shed my name.
Allow my words to make home in your thoughts. You decide the length and permanency of their stay. They are nomads travelling ahead while I follow in their steps to be remembered and read.
A simmering bowl of the written and unsaid with an interesting infusion of punctuation, served with uncertainty drizzled with hope.