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Pen to paper.

Fingers to keyboard.

This waterfall of words just wont stop.

My diary, here on this screen.

You read it - I live it.

You see it - I'm in it.

I don't know you.

You don't know me.

Yet we are the same you see.

Meeting here to protest our inner most thoughts to each other.

To these perfect strangers that care enough to read our words.

Take a deep dive into the most private areas of each others minds.

By chance we cautiously allow each other to show interest in our lives and poke and prod and disect these works of art we create on these pages because we woud rather tell strangers our secrets insted of dealing with actual people we can see and touch.

The weight of silence is just to overbearing so we come here to let that weight off of our shoulders for the time being and just, let it go.

This is it?

I yearn for the poems to be posted now, feed off of the criticizem.

Do you feel as naked as i do?

Do you appreciate me stripping for you, my thoughts dancing around on this pages taking off my clothes piece by piece to let you further into my mind?

Is it everything you imagined it to be or is the mystery better then the reality?

I'm standing here completely bare now waiting for you to judge these words that I am posting for your eyes only.

Am I too long for you, packed with meaningless detail?

Am I too short for your liking, maybe there isn't enough of me on this page for you to completely understand what I am talking about?

To fat? Stuffed with the juicy delights of mouth watering adjectives I only know from describing last nights dinner?

We are our own worst enemies, our worst critics of all yet we try to peel off the layers of clothing each other is wearing instead of airing out and getting naked ourselves.

I am here.

I am naked.

Prepared for the criticizem.

Will you take off your clothes and be naked with me too?