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I hope you don't mind me quoting but I had to for it to make sense to you, where it was coming from.



8-19-04

4:04 am

”There are

tears

on the tip of my tongue

screaming in silent stares

that you read as indignation



I am

resigned

to my private torture

choking on a heartful of bitter love

wasting for parchment

to drink my sorrow

and understand

what you did not”

Kytti



I understand this to mean for me.

That my writing releases my silence.

My silence is my words that I am afraid to tell the rest of the world.

So I tell the parchment.

Only I never waste away for it.

It is here always at the tip of my fingers.

Waiting begging for me to use it.

And yet at times I remain afraid.

Afraid to write.

Afraid what they will think of my words.

Afraid of what will happen.

When my words fall into the wrong hands.

Afraid when my words are taken not for what they meant to me.

But what they mean to you.

So I ask you dear reader.

To take this as nothing more, than me releasing my silent screams.

And the tears I never let anyone see.

The anger and the rage that fill my soul.

The tenderness that fills my heart.

And the constant struggle between the two.