A tear that is wiped away - is it less important than one that falls? My friend once told me, "the only time I am happy is when I'm asleep," and every time I readjust my rearview mirror and see myself, or stare at my reflection as I shave my face, or gaze at my image in any device that catches my doppelgänger off-guard, I think about the way he felt. Asleep. Sound off. Goodnight.
A tear that careens down our cheek and leaps off the cliffside of our chin - is it more satisfying than one that does not get the chance to do so? My sister once told me, "all I want is for you to be happy," and when I scroll through my family photo album, through all the birthdays and holidays and special visits, I start to wish the same thing for her and wonder if the future will have more of my saved past memories in it, a wishful thought that I hope is granted. Happy. Sound on. Good morning.
A tear that is batted with some type of cloth - is it less important than one that makes it to the corner of your mouth and you taste life for what it truly is - salty. My father once told me, "a rut is nothing more but a two sided grave," and I've tried to stay away from them as much as I possibly can, some successfully, some not, and I can only hope I have made him proud and carried on what was programmed in my DNA. Rut. Muted. High noon.
A tear that is thumbed away by the unwashed finger of a friend - is it more important than one that you fight back? My mother always told me, "you are special," and I'm left wondering if I could ever go back to being fourteen and naive and hiding out in my room, a steeled walled palace where nothing could ever hurt me because dad was rocking in his living room recliner and mom was at the stove in the kitchen, making the best chicken and pastry the galaxy has ever seen. Special. Listen. Good evening.
Teardrops, liquid emotion waving goodbye to a way we felt in the past as we say hello to a future way of seeing life and feeling life and experiencing life like it was meant to be experienced... .. with eyes wide open, ... happy, ... no ruts, ... coming home, being happy, or moving away and taking little pieces of our upbringing with us wherever we may go, even if we end up where we first started off - at home. Teardrops. Are they wasted if we remain to be the same person we were before we released them? The answer is simple. ...
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In the last podcast of vernontalks Season 2, I welcome everyone back after a summer hiatus and reveal intimate details about the premiere of my second short film titled "Inside Out", the ending sequel to my first short film, "Upside Down". (both films can be located on my YouTube page '3 Castl3s Film'). After a year in which I : severely injured my foot in a work related accident in March, sold our home in July and moved a state away for a better job opportunity, then moved us back due to certain issues that arose and me securing a better job for me and my family back in our home state, needless to say I have a lot of things to chat about and discuss when it comes to life and its curveballs. I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels this way and can only imagine the stories all of you could share with me. Not only do I inspire myself by getting some verbal weight off my shoulders, but I hope my level headed revelations have some way of inspiring others who may be listening to my words. I ask myself 'where to go from here?' and seriously contemplate out loud where that direction may be me for my life and my art (vernonwrites.com). Where does destiny leads us if we let her? I guess there's only one way to find out. I appreciate all of you. I hope all of your dreams are coming true. I hope you have great mental health and are in a place in your life where you are happy and content. Your time means the world to me, and I hope you never, ever feel like you are walking alone in this life. You are not. Trust me!
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That was wonderful. I enjoyed reading it. Love you and you are still special.
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Thank you. Love you too. So are you.