However some people do not know the idea of privacy.

Nor do they know the nuances, the heart, the soul of my reveries.

Do I let these things shackle my need, my longing for self-communion?

No. I veered away from it for far too long. I ignored my muse for far too long, I am no longer sure it’s still willing to accompany me in this journey and more.

Writing’s the only avenue thru which I can effectively process my thoughts, my emotions.. the budding feelings, the vapid confusion.

I’ve long known that it’s my most effective line to the One Beyond.

I write my thoughts, my feelings, my being when i need to draw closer within, to the seat of my soul. That’s where I get the answers, that’s where i get the peace… Well then, that’s where I should go.

I’ve long sacrificed this mode of soliloquy on account of privacy.

Out of fear? Maybe. Maybe I kept the self-confessions even from myself because I wanted to protect the things I valued.

… and maybe that very same motivation is what has convinced me to be free to write again.

if i am the one who draws all these bad characters in, then i write – be free of me.

What is a “hint” to one person is a meaningless remark to another.

… interesting, this has more than one possible interpretation.

1. [left her just enough]: He went away, physically, but left behind enough of his possessions (physical and/or emotional) to prevent her from going out and finding him.

2. [left her] just enough: He remained there physically, but he became distant emotionally, thus “leaving her” to a certain degree, just enough that she could never fully find out who he was.

Not sure which makes more sense, if either makes sense at all… or if there’s a third interpretation that’s more logical.

‘Open the door, and look inside,
It’s as you left it, but not quite right.
The fading sense says something’s wrong.
Someone has been here, someone has gone…

Nature trails, where she leads
Like a pet at her feet,
Don’t be sad, you’ll be set free tomorrow…’