i guess it comes with the territory
i have so much to say but when i try to say it all, i fail and falter. and:
Sometimes when I write these words invade the page, as if they want to assert themselves into existence -- but they are untrue. Sometimes these words aren't untrue at all and emerge from this deep dark soil. But this happens rarely. And sometimes these fictions just leap out of me. I don't know where they come from or why, but they simply come into being, thinking that they are right. They somehow seem to fit in the sentence, despite their status [as false].
i sort of have plans for next year -- maybe masters (a lecturer i admire suggested i should consider it, but i don't want to do it for the sake of putting of the real world; i want to do it for the ... love of the subject i suppose), maybe peru (with a friend from school who will be there on her year out). for the easter, there is maybe hamburg, and for the summer, maybe chicago. many maybes.
(the above is me, by the way. maybe.)