The urge to say something...to write has been evident for months on end. It's there, even if it seems to be infrequent and sparse. Even with the desire burning to speak, nothing comes out, but it doesn't mean I'm speaking lies or my feelings are a farce.
It just...has to feel right...pure...regardless of what day it is, or the hands on the clock. Until that time comes, speech will remain erratic, as more attempts are made to get around this block.
6/26/10 @ 2:36 A.M.
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