2:39am May 13, 2014

Writing

I write a sentence, then another one.

Then I imagine how those sentences will be received, and I backspace again, left with absolutely nothing.

And I have a lot to say.

But it all gets backspaced.  Because I can’t imagine a world, right now, in which it is okay to say these things.

And these things aren’t even abstract.  They’re very concrete, real things about my life.  But you can’t always write about them.

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