Sunday, August 12, 2007

No... No, wait. I've gotten it wrong.

It wasn't them. It was me.

I never opened up.

So you see, it wasn't that they weren't interested; it was that I was unwilling or unable to communicate my deepest self to them.

I hate realizing that I've been wrong. But somehow it's liberating too.

1 comment:

Lizardbreath McGee said...

I just feel like commenting here. Because no one else has. And I admit blank things make me want to fill them with something. It's like walking through an office supply aisle in the grocery store or thumbing through an empty journal; there's a sense of infinite possibility.

And then I mess it all up by putting something concrete in it. Like literal concrete. (Not really.)

Okay. I'm done.