Simon and Garfunkel - I Am a Rock
I write out of necessity, to escape from my loneliness and to feel alive. I write to differentiate Imagination from Reality, because I use my words like fireflies in the nights of false memories. I write because no one tells me what I don't tell myself. I write to the taste of my taste for taste, seeking to turn each visitor into a taster. I write because I enjoy playing with words that are more beautiful when read than when written. I write to fantasize about ideas that, rehearsed in my literary personality, help me to become a better person. I write to get away from what I don't want to be, to reflect on what I can be and to long for what I never was but dreamed of being. I write at the dictation of a whim that allows me to embellish the impertinence of being in my sixties. I write to laugh at what hurts me and to make fun of the wicked that hurt everyone. I write for my own enjoyment, just as I enjoyed writing you 40 stories in 40 sunrises illuminated by your calm breathing. Stories that are as much yours as mine, because your inspiration shaped every word. Therefore, never associate my words with scratches in your heart. I do not seek to hurt someone who only did me good. Therefore, do not read again in what I fictionalize a way of talking to you: there is no point in conversing with your silence. I would like you to keep reading me, because you are part of what this blog was. If you do, thank you; But don't feel like the rose or the thorn I sing to. Not anymore. I am responsible for what my words tell, not for what your heart reads. I write now, just as I did before I met you, and I will continue to do so as long as it helps me to understand myself.
Just as I know you'll smile again without me, you know I've stopped writing for you. What's more, I know you'll laugh when you remember that you thought you loved me. Goodbye. Please, don't turn our memory into gall. Will you?
