what are words
I spent the better part of an hour painstakingly compiling several pieces of writing I had written over the years of 2007-2010 in several places regarding having you, losing you, missing you, and your coming home;
but I decided in the end it was all too embarrassing to keep public, even though nobody reads this space anymore. It's a strange thing, writing. You think you know how you feel, but you translate it into words and it overextends a feeling, or underexplains it, and on the whole leaves you so vulnerable you might as well shrink into nothing.
but I decided in the end it was all too embarrassing to keep public, even though nobody reads this space anymore. It's a strange thing, writing. You think you know how you feel, but you translate it into words and it overextends a feeling, or underexplains it, and on the whole leaves you so vulnerable you might as well shrink into nothing.