as small as a world and as large as alone

6:31am October 31, 2012

I can’t say what I want to say.

Which is all about who I am when I don’t say things in words.

But fucking Internet stuff forces words.

And so does the fact that most of what I say won’t translate easily to most people out of the way I’d normally say it, if I didn’t have to use words.

I’m well known because I use words.

Would anyone give a shit about me if I were me – without the words – the person I’ve tried so hard to protect, by all the painstaking work that goes into words? Not the only person. But one person.

But the way people think of words. If I use them, sometimes, painstakingly or not. Then I can’t be the kind of person I’ve worked so hard to protect.

Please save me from paradoxes arising from people’s stupidity about words and disability.

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