The Black Pen
Look away, find. I only want to be alone. I only want to be here.
I'm not sure of anything.
The conversation took a turn in everybody's direction.
Someone, somewhere, is writing this sentence.
You want to be different than you are. But then you want to be the same as well. Without being you, you continue being both.
A delicate time, the process of deciding.
Society, culture preaches expression.
... a momentary relief ... from mistakes.
He never wrote what he was feeling for the sake of more feeling, color.
"Don't tell them, they might find out."
Everyone does their own thing, which is why everything gets done.
I could be more alone. Yes, I could.