wow

there is no where to write my most intimate thoughts, for fear they will be uncovered and discovered, for anything written will become more pressing and real. that's why it's called press. things, thoughts and the intangible mutates on paper and it breathes life into the document. words are too powerful. i'm petrified to be discovered, yet eager to be healed by writing what is on my mind constantly. the thoughts haunt and beguile me.