Misled Or Blind Follower?

You are powerful beyond belief!

Inch by inch, square by square, I thought I knew you well. I was happy turning page after page. Enticement increasing as I read and reread. I didnt want to miss a single line. Every adverb, every adjective I wanted to memorize. The plot was interesting. You and I the main characters with the world on our side. But something changed …….and I got lost. Did I perhaps skip a page? Was I in the wrong story altogether? Anxiously I went back page by page. I then found tattered edges of where a page once stood. It had been torn out! Or was it stolen? Thinking back perhaps it never was there. My love story would not have an ending. Turning point was gone! Frustration set in! You tore it out! You were afraid of finally having a happy ending! You chose the abyss instead of me! What you don’t know or chose to ignore is that I’m a writer! I will rewrite your character out! Heck I’ll write my own love story! I’m tired of just being an insignificant character in yours!

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My dearest Avid Reader aka Avid

Today a co-worker called out and there was a typo. It read Avid and of course I thought of you. Yes after all these blogs.

It’s been years since we last exchanged letters, words and exclamation points. If I must be honest I miss how often you commented. It was with sophisticated prose more wondrous than any rose.

Your written stanzas are forever embedded in my cerebral cortex. Your words so exuberant, they still cause a rise in my neurotransmitters. They still wow me.

Your daily poetic messages were like tender caresses. Those innuendos and those read in between the lines still cause me to hyperventilate. You always knew that.

I wonder if you are still reading my work after it goes to your inbox. Are you holding back commenting? Did you lose interest in my words and in my thoughts? Where are you?

I miss you, even if you might just be conjured up. Are you hiding that part of yourself that only I knew? Sometimes I think you only existed in my limbic system.

I’m a writer and a reader. You were my muse. You were my avid reader. You inspired me to go deep within myself and write and write and write.

Were you real? Were our exchanges truly intertwined? Now the consonants and vowels hold such a disconnect. You left, I write but with my muse gone it doesn’t feel right. No matter the time, no matter the distance you shall always be my Avid.

Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Keep safe everyone.
Sending good vibes

Mind Gone

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I lay here numb staring at the ceiling thinking about this f-upped year! I don’t know if I’m happy or sad or anything anymore! I want someone to blame for the sh….t but what would that make me?  A lame victim?   A powerless mofo who can’t even flip a switch on?  Yes. I had a choice. Yes. I could have taken the stairs instead of the elevators. But I was lazy! So lazy I told you to do it and it cost you your life. But you aren’t gone cause you are still very much here. You are in my head and so very much in my field of vision. I hate you every time I look in the mirror!  You said some hurtful things to me! You used people I loved. Them and yourself, yourself, yourself!  Nobody knows all about you cause you are dark and wretched. You are someone I desire so much because I can’t attain you!  Who are you but the ideas that were outlined for you since you were born?  You wanted to run and they told you to walk.  You wanted to laugh and they said be quiet!  Shhh!  So many shhhhhhhhs! Now you don’t even know which thoughts are yours or theirs!  Have you gone insane? Have I?  Is this all part of a good read?  Fantasy?  Who decides? Real? Fake? I’ll never tell.

Well, it’s now the end of the year.  Is it time to dwell on all the crap of 2019?  Time to fantasize about 2020?   It’s your choice!  It is plenty.  Tell all those voices in your head to shut the hell up and yes it’s all you. Breathe, Relax and just take one day at a time! Stop ranting! No more chit chatter.  The crappy past is over and it doesn’t matter.  You are powerful and always have a choice. Making no choice is also a choice. I wish you all Happy writing and Happy New Year.

Let’s see what great things like ahead for all of us. I love you all. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.  You are powerful and you will always matter. Loved ones are never truly gone for they watch over us. 2020 is a new beginning. Don’t make it your end. You have the power and the strength to climb all those stairs. You don’t need crutches or elevators. You can do it. Just believe and trust in yourself and in the universe.

With Love
Guady G

All You Need Is One Follower

Yes that is right. As with social media after a while we get caught up in how many likes we get and how many followers we have for our posts but we need to remember why we started on this site to begin with.

For those that are trying to sell a book or quit their jobs and prosper on WordPress revenue then by all means invest in yourself. If you are like me and are just passionate about writing and sharing then just keep writing and sharing. It will be slow but you will get followers.

If you have great content it will speak for itself and eventually prosper. Don’t get discouraged when you hear crickets with your blog posts. Trust me someone is reading it and it might only be your one friend but don’t discount that person. Each person that reads and follows is important because they took time out to read your post and comment or perhaps not comment. You aren’t less worthy because you have less likes or few followers. You are grand because you dared yourself to share your thoughts, your poetry, your fears, your secrets and your fantasies with the world. You are a writer! You are a blogger! You are a visionary! You matter! In reality you only need one person to like, love and be passionate about your writing and that person should be you yourself.

With that being said I want to thank my followers for liking my content. I consider each of you special.

Namaste
Guady G