... Things to say
| 46. J.A.R.B - A new day? Hardly, we still have the... | 45. J.A.R.B - The true truth | 44. J.A.R.B - The middle | 43. J.A.R.B - And so I tried harder | 42. J.A.R.B - Never miss a moment | 41. J.A.R.B - White Rabbit | 40. J.A.R.B - In a minute | 39. J.A.R.B - Defying murphy | 38. J.A.R.B - Friends among enimies | 37. J.A.R.B - Untitled | Current
Typing so fast every other word is autocorrected, emotions spill onto a page. Feelings swirl around and land on the keyboard. If only you knew how this truly made me feel. If only I could truly tell you how I feel. This helps, but doesn’t come close. At least to me it can become some kind of release. At least to me these emotions are behind me now, unless I decide that they’re too good to let go of. Too good to say goodbye to. So I hold on, I don’t let go, and I don’t get caught up. There’s much more to be thinking of now. And so I write. As these thoughts place themselves in this paragraph they find a way out. Hopefully they find a way into you, and maybe you’ll be able to see a little bit of me. I’m sharing here, pay attention. I just hope you can tell from the little sub-notes that this is true. This is genuine, no mixed realities here. Only me. If only you could really see what I’m trying to show you.
17 February, 2006 11:21
