
Where they burn books, they will, in the end, burn human beings too.
Heinrich Heine, Almansor
I was writing a book, by myself, and my ex got involved in it and made it about us, like everything had to be, about us.
She was writing a different story, an allegory, a sermon, a plot device, for a human being, to be controlled like a character in a story, because she knows the obsession I have with words, and wanted to stick a pen in my eye, so I could no longer see without her help, then bound to her I would not be able to leave.
I am writing a book of my own, about something, although I do not know what it is anymore, because I no longer have any idea what life is anymore, so I need to figure that out first.
I have been burning books my whole life. I have had 3 copies of the book from the meetings that I go to, and I have burned all but two of them. I have burned The Bible, because I thought God would stop yelling at me if I burned His book.
I have burned every single book I have ever written, I have written like five of them. I put this on the internet so I couldn’t burn it.
I could light my computer on fire, but it doesn’t belong to me so I guess that is what has save this one. I am done burning books, I no longer need them for kindling, because I am no longer a homeless addict, running around the streets doing drugs and drinking. I would not burn the first half of this one, that she wrote with me, because as much as it pains me to say so, I still love her, she is just flawed and toxic for me.
I am going to start reading books instead of burning them. Maybe then and only then will I know what all this means.
13 responses to “Burning books”
Your writing is very moving though on the darker side. Reading books is better than burning them. Thanks for joining in.
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You just made me smile, thank you. The wisdom of women of strength is so valuable to me.
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It is indeed very important for us women.
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Indeed. I like your blog, it is very inspirational.
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Thanks a lot for your kind words
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And you for yours, your presence on wordpress is a peaceful gift in a world of noise.
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Thank you so much 🙏🏼
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What a strange way of writing, quite captivating and mysterious, Well done.
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Thank you, your compliment and reading this means the world to me, for explanation I have paranoid schizophrenia, narcissistic personality disorder, bipolar II-manic/depressive rapid cycling, depression, anxiety, hydrocepholus, narcissistic personality disorder suffering from alcoholism, drug addiction, alcoholic. with OCD and PTSD- was addicted to heroin, meth, crack, alcohol, cocaine, prescription pills. I am drug addict/alcoholic/dual diagnosis/ex-criminal/ex-homeless vagrant who is writing instead of committing crime on the street corners of this country or the voice of the drug epidemic screaming on here instead of tweaking and shooting heroin on a corner while holding a sign and waiting for my man.
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Holy Moly, you do well to do anything with all that going on, my friend. I applaud you for finding a way to use writing to help you.
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I am also a gigantic *** who used heroin and meth and drank for 15 years working on the whole not being a selfish **** now.
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Thank you for this, it was fun writing it, glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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