Must words on paper show, the thoughts that flow. Or is it enough to know, that for a moment, an idea crossed my mind. In writing I am captured, by a process I love and dread. I am forced to put into writing, those endless thoughts in my head. It is but constant noise always […]
Why must the outside always find its way in? Why must it infringe on my selfish little world? Here I sit content, surrounded by my own half truths, believable stories, and rewritten memories protecting me from the reality without. Yes I hear the knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, I see them standing […]
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