June 25th, 2005

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I stare at the blank page with my fingers on the home row, waiting. Trying to force the turbulent weather in my mind into words through my hands. The feelings I have are powerful. My words are feeble. I want to release it. I want to be unashamed. I want to matter. But I don't.

This existence unrelenting. My thoughts have depth and meaning. But only to me.

So I keep them to myself.