confessions, absolutions

[threeplusfire]

The dark of the confessional booth has some lure to us, even now, even to those who aren't Catholic. I suppose the idea that darkness would take your sins away, for a little while, is tempting. All of my confessions have been made face to face with priests, even the one in Prague where I opened the doors of my soul and told the priest things that should have had me on my knees for the rest of that month.

I've been watching this here and here. Though I still do not know what to make of it. Did I read any of that out of voyeurism, or compassion, or curiousity, or fear? I don't know. Should I encourage this? I don't know. The opportunity is there. I admit, I turned off the IP logging. Temptation waits, always.

From a letter, unfinished and unsent:
These parts of us, that we guard from each other... I know you're guarded with me, and I understand. Even though I open my mouth when I shouldn't sometimes, but that's because you make me feel safe in a way I never had before. Because something about you makes me want to trust you, regardless. I wish I could say why, I wish I could honor you with some word, but I don't know. You just are, as suddenly as lightning in the summer sky.

You could say anything to me, and I would not judge you by it. I hope you know that.

Comments

[seitvonzu.livejournal.com]

"letter never sent" is the saddest phrase in the english language. how to resolve this? stick said letter in envelope, either finished or not, seal it up, stamp and send. now! :)

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

There is indeed, something quite sad about letters never delivered to their intended readers.

I'm saving the letter, for Christmas time. It does not have far to go, truly, and I probably could say it all in person but I'm afraid of not getting the chance. So I will commit it to paper and hope for the best.

[seitvonzu.livejournal.com]

you could force yourself to have the chance, if it's what you want. good luck with it, in any case.