I must say I've grown accustomed to
.....the front seat of your car.
I'm used to the fight
.....over "where?"
I enjoy the graze of your hand
.....upon my knee. Accidental.
I've returned to this creative place
.....in my head, but at what cost?
Everytime I run away I seem to be
.....running towards desperation
.....and intrigue.
.....the front seat of your car.
I'm used to the fight
.....over "where?"
I enjoy the graze of your hand
.....upon my knee. Accidental.
I've returned to this creative place
.....in my head, but at what cost?
Everytime I run away I seem to be
.....running towards desperation
.....and intrigue.
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Nice post. I am starting to uncensore many of my stuff, starting with my thoughts, becouse even though the truth is an offence but it's not a sin.
Thanks Salah. I don't know about the uncensored work. I know that I am censoring on some level, but I can't take the truth away from everything I ever write. I also realize taht I can't write the truth and post everything I write. There are too many things we can't say aloud, too many confessions left to confess, too many wishes left to wish, too many hopes left to hope. And then there's just the words, but they are often empty. There are things I still want to say, but I find that I cannot say them and definitely cannot write them; word written are more concrete than thoughts said or actions done. I need confession; isn't that what friends are for? Maybe that is what blogs are for.
Okay, so I got carried away in my comment. Thanks anyways.
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