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from one dork to another.
(posted on Monday, January 24 by eii wyy nae.)
sometimes i can bee such a dork. seriously. for instance, i still find myself looking @ stuffed animals & thinking, they're real. i mean, c’mon. look @ that face. i dunno about you but when i was a little girl, stuffed animals were my world. they soaked up tears, they listened w/out judgment & they kept me company. i still smile thinking about them. i had a lot of stuffed animals too. each night i would tuck them all in. they slept along the wall down the length of my bed & each morning i would untuck them & wish them a good day.
then one day when i came home from high school, i took all my stuffed animals {except for a special few}, put them in a couple of garbage bags {yes, i said a couple} & dropped them off to the local woman's center. i cried. yes, i cried. i felt like i was giving my best friends away. off they went. carrying my secrets, my fears, my stories. & off they went to heal & help ... to get a little more dirty & give a lot more love. yeah, that made me smile w/ the tears running down my cheeks. isnt it funny how something NOT real ... seems so real. it reminds me of how dorky i felt crying while watching toy story 3.
& then ive to wonder, what else is NOT real, that i perceive to bee real. like fear. like emotions out of control. like my perceptions. seriously, now youve me thinking too. but youre not going to get me to give up my favorite stuffies. hmm. something to ponder on today.
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Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.
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