You Don’t Know Them

On a Greyhound bus bound for Kansas City, I turned David Allen Coe onto Rod McKuen. Rode around in a limo with Joan Jett in Virginia Beach. Sat and talked with John Waite in Copley Square. David Cook was my hometown bartender. Used to hangout backstage with Bono, the Edge and the crew. Drank wine with Prince and dined with government officials. I knew sportscasters, ball players, judges and police chiefs. Served patrons that turned out to be murderers. Nurtured the young, pampered the old…what I learnt most is, that they are all just people. There’s the face that you see, the personality they show the world. But outside the limelight…they are people you don’t know at all.

RaenellDawn

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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