July 26, 2020

Here it is. The writer you were asking for.

But that’s the thing, when I open the notes on my IPhone and ignore the world around me to get every syllable on paper, the sounds are like knives cutting into my heart and my soul and all I can do is bleed on this goddamn paper.

And when you ask me to go there you’re asking me to go to a dark cave where I never know if I’ll find my way out.

It means something has ripped my heart to shreds. Again.

This is vulnerable land, or maybe the land of the brave, where we aren’t afraid to wear our emotions on a page.

Slap me down, throw me away, make me go away. Get lost in the thought. Get carried away.

Steve, I wish I had had this for your class.