sometimes....

 …I run, sometimes I hide  there’s so much I want to say that I don’t end up saying anything at all. (And this happens often…) I type furiously away committing feelings to screen. I look at it, attempt to tweak. But after minutes of snipping and skimming, ditch the whole thing and delete in blocks. I used to do this with pen and paper as well. Which might explain why when I’m at a bookstore, I make sure I check out the notebooks/pens/papers section.


Most of the time I worry that what I’ve written will hurt someone or reveal too much (it always does, anyway.) I think by doing this, I’ve betrayed the one thing that has been consistent in my life since I knew how to string sentences together.


I have to stop doing that.