The intimacy of a Blog

I recently realized how much thought I put in to titles... of anything, poems, stories, papers, blogs... I have to have a title before I can start writing. I feel I need something to center my thoughts around I suppose. I have been known to go back and change a title once the writing has ceased, however it is rare that I just start flowing without a title at the top of the page. With that out of the way, I was pondering what I would say if certain people asked to read my blogs. I realized how personal blogs can be... I guess they are like internet journals, but the intensity I put into some of my posts I would not want to share with everyone. So weird to think when I am blasting this out for God only knows who. Probably not as many people as I think, which is fine with me, I suppose I write more as a source of venting as opposed to humoring or inspiring others. I would like to think that my writing would be interesting enough to have a repeat following if one decided to browse through and stumble upon Ms. Mofo.

Onto a completely different course, isn't it strange how in our days of growth we begin to realize that the relationship foundation we once thought we had with a close relative has never been what was thought to be. This person has in a sense held you back and at this point you have become so blanketed with fear you have no escape. Not so much physical fear, but the fear of a collapse. Fear that the relationship would crumble and there would be no way to dig out of the ruble. Maybe this is just what the relationship needs? A confrontation, but how to go about it? A person you once thought you entrusted so much in and now have come to realize you entrust nothing to this person. This person holds none of your secrets, knows few of your dreams, of your loves, passions, needs. I would think it is worth it to rebuild, start somewhere and try to have a foundation, even a mountain of a relationship with this person. Well maybe not a mountain rather a vault. Vaults are safer than mountains... maybe not as beautiful, but much more reliable.