May 20th, 2015


Something about stream of consciousness...

I've been reading back through some of the old posts and while that poor, young girl was so very troubled, my goodness she did produce some decent writing.

Something happened when Eric re-entered my life: I immediately began to shrink.  From the very beginning it was about him. I made it about him.  Some part of me still believed that love meant sacrifce for the sake of cooperation.  In no time at all, I found I'd stopped *talking*.  I didn't talk about all the things that pass through my brain, my observations of the world around me, my opinions and my experience.  The worse things got, the less I spoke.

These days I find myself wordless too easily.  So much unexpressed; such quiet.  Like my tongue has been cut out.

So I return here to this place where my ideas flowed unchecked to see if perhaps I left my voice here in one of these boxes...
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