I am stretched to the limit with something that I want and need to say, but am not willing to let loose until it is appropriate to do so. I used to think it was easy to keep things to myself, but this is putting all that confidence in my own stoicism right into the dust. And you know what? Not only do I not mind it, I’m glad, happy even, to experience it happening.
Such an odd journey, life; Weird, wonderful, whacky, whimsical, and wonderous.
This is me, thrumming with the unsaid. For now.