I am no prophet...

31/01/2011

This is a new start for me. Something I have never tried but often had a curiosity about. I have kept a range a diary style notebooks in my lifetime. I have always written in the third person so as not to worry about the  disastrous effect of what someone reading these episodic ramblings would discover.

I am no writer but have always found solace in pouring my emotions and worries onto the page of a beautiful black Moleskine.

I have decided to begin this blog, because once again, and I am certain  that for the last time, I have had my heart broken.

I have decided that the pain of this kind of loss is just not worth the period of time spent letting someone get close to you. I too easily allow those barriers I so carefully place around me to get stealthily infiltrated, only to then be cast aside like some bad habit.

The latest in a series of catastrophe's has left me more alone than ever before and so I begin to forge a new relationship with people I will never meet. The reader.

I have no reason other than the desire to share, I feel by hiding behind my words I can still hopefully have an effect. But this way the effect is just one way. I have no reason to want contact, yet I will attempt to recreate my life through these entries as they were written, so other people may allow themselves to not get caught up in this cycle of torment I have previously been locked in.

I will occasionally write to you directly such as I am now, but for the most part I will just copy my diary entries form my notebooks onto this blog.

I will start by adding a quote that sums up my life and has acted as my guide for much of my life. I have adapted the quote slightly to suit myself. I won't tell you how though.


"I am no prophet—and here's no great matter;. I have seen the moment of my greatest flicker"
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S.Eliot