The amount of times I do this is alarming.
I can sit for hours, fingers attacking the keys savagely and then,
Delete.
I don't know why.
I don't know why I can't seem to allow my truth to stay intact, alive, existing.
It's not because I don't feel it.
I do.
Maybe it's because I don't want to accept it.
I don't want to live it.
I don't understand it.
Eventually, I will and when I finally do,
Delete.
