October 13, 2012

• Sometimes, I feel that there is a certain amount of bravery needed to write.

  There's a sense of permanence there.  When you scratch a jumble of thoughts into ink on paper, it's something that you can't come back from.  You can fade it out in eraser or annihilate it in a storm of ink, but it's already made its mark.  It's already crossed the line from vision to tangible.  To write is to create the moment that thoughts become real.  It's the moment that they leave our imaginations, and truly, they become something that we've brought into the world.

  So when words are left unsaid, and thoughts are left unwritten, that is a game of caution and of prudence.  And, I dare say, one of cowardice.

  I have much to say, but I'm lacking in articulation.

  A coward unspoken, a coward unwritten.

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