I Say

I say I am writing fiction and yet you get hurt by what the words that I write.  I like words and putting them together.  Sometimes I let their sounds and rhythm guide me and show me what word goes next.  The nonsense that comes out at time even surprises me.

I get sad when I say fiction and well, I write fiction all the time.  I like to let my words take me to places of make believe at times.  They are not directed at anyone and not hinting at anything. Why do you insist in trying to find truths in words which are written with the intention of make believe?

My heart can no longer take the pain of you trying to make truths out of make believes. 

I can not be free if I can not write what my imagination comes up with.How I long for and wish to be free.  Free to write about the lands, characters, hopes, and dreams of the fields where nothing is real.

Last night I asked the moon, "Moon, will this be the year that my imagination will finally be able to be free?"

Dear moon, why do you stay silent when I need you the most?

Why do I insist on others opinion when I know their answers are never geared towards what benefits me?

What a selfish response that has come from me. I have decided this year will be the year about me. 

Oh my goodness! It warms my heart to feel you. Dear Moon, I see you once again; smiling as you look down at me and most important, let's not forget we are in a place of make believe.