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By Ali Date: 2007 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.14.09.00.10044]] |
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I know he feels trapped. Not by me, no. I know that it's all heavy-handed circumstantial chaos. I know that maybe I forgot to believe in my own brilliant instincts. I took the truth and twisted it. And it's the kind of action that can strangle, suffocate, and stifle--because it isn't true. And what I want is the truth. So, I'm going to take it. And I'm going to write it out, even if it's wrong. Even if I can't find the right words. Because I don't fear being foolish, or throwing my heart out the window of a proverbially moving car. Sure, it might hurt. Sure, there's always the potential that it will get run over, end up as some kind of slightly twitching road-kill baking in the sun. But if you don't throw your heart around every once and a while, how is anyone ever going to play catch? |