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Dear Chrissy Bloom,
I’ve wondered throughout my life, wondering, turning over stones, looking in the dark, and far into the beyond looking for the love that’s described as being so easily seen in fairytales. I’ve turned up empty-handed each time, but each time I am determined to try again and again. I’ve turned to myself, shattered mirrors with my reflection on them, in hopes of shattering the plaster that resides over me like an exoskeleton, thinking that breaking through to the enter cour like the center of s tootsie pop will expose the truth, will expose the love that I have been so desperately looking for. I’ve turned to the empty pages of a journal never before written in hoping that like a secret coming to the surface, my Unknown will show itself to me through my hands slipping up and unraveling our convoluted thoughts. I’ve scavenged for my love in the sheets, in the waves of stuffed animals, in the cloud-filled comforters in hopes that emmets the tossing and the turning that it must have been thrown overboard. I borrowed my face in my pillow wondering if while my mind clearing itself out with dreams overnight, my love has been kicked out of my mind in a forgotten dream stored inside of my pillow. Where is the love that I seek other than the concept that I capture in my words which forms my hopes and dreams?
Sincerely, The Woman Behind the Words
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Dear The Woman Behind the Words,
Unravel yourself, a ball of yarn. Recompile the ball, each twist around with more of you offered in between each strand. Take glue to the shards of the mirror, and make it whole again with more of your truth holding the fragments together. Make your bed, and put everything where it belongs, in putting things into a place you find peace. Fluf out your pillow, improve it on it being a soft place to lay your head down at night. Silence the voices that you don’t want to hear, empower the voices that you want to hear, convince them to get louder, and make sure that you tell them that those small little voices matter too. You’ll find peace in yourself, in your gut; those are the friends that are gonna be the most honest to you. Stop looking for things that either don’t want to be found or are waiting for you to trust them enough for you to be the one to be sought out. Stop looking in the dark with a little flashlight. Speak into an empty room, and wait for your voice to come back to you. Do this often. You find fellowship in yourself and enter a connected circle that goes beyond you, but returns back to you all the same.
Love, Chrissy Bloom
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Dear The Woamn Behind the Words,
Tell me why you rather hide & hurt in the dark. Why must you block others out, and tell them lies when they ask you if are you okay? Letting emotions bottle up inside of you like a bottle of Pepsi that’s repeatedly had mentos added to it & shaken up somehow still not expecting the lid to pop off despite the collected pressure trapped inside. Tell me why must you advocate in silence & behind the scene. People could benefit from hearing your voice, though quieter than a fish when disguised, yet louder than a Blue whale’s grunt once harnessed. Why is it that you doubt me, by doubting yourself? We are one and the same as a person looking in the mirror & the reflection. I wouldn’t have existed without your nourishing invention. Despite your lack of confidence, you are the prime example I have of those I want to reach through the usage of my gift.
With Love and Understanding, Chrissy Bloom
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Dear Chrissy Bloom,
It’s not that I’d rather hide in the dark, but rather the fact that I prefer to hide where I wouldn’t be found. Where people wouldn’t think to look for me. Where at first glance no one would have guessed there’d be places to hide. I often feel as if I take up more space than needed. I rather not have someone going to look for me& find me easily.
Sincerely, The Woman Behind the Words
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