The guilt I feel at having nothing to say is constantly swallowed by my need to say something--anything, no matter the quality, so long as the vaccums are filled and that nature is content.
Perhaps we should extend those vacuums, those periods, those ellipses, if only to be able to understand the precipice before which we stand. Leave the window open for the new air to rush in.
About Me
- Bernard
- Sometimes, I have a strange sense of not knowing where I am--I like it, though. It keeps me on my toes.
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