The thing about being a writer -in a world of blogs- you want, you need to put words out there too.
You want to tell the truth.
You want to ring the words of truth like a bell. "Listen, what I say may help." "Listen, I need you to understand." "Listen, I need to get this processed out of me."
Sometime you just can't -I just can't- privacy and pride keep me quiet.
There are no cathartic spilling of thoughts, dreams dashed, desires unmet, sweet joys and triumphs experienced to be shared. Except those trapped in a quiet notebook...
The words aren't meant to be public. They are meant for a quiet life between pages.
Words trying to respect the matter of fact, shoulder shrugging private and bound selves.
It just seems sometimes quiet is cruel and articulation is an enemy.
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