Quietus
15 Aug 2008 Leave a Comment
in personal
Though I have no illusions of privacy, I imagine myself wrapped in silence here. It seems a safer place to be who I am, without hiding or trying to pretend different. Sometimes a journal (online or otherwise) seems more like testimony, a record of existence, than it does merely a place to rage or rant. I imagine my invisibility, being just a shadow in the darkness of night. Here, I don’t have to make perfect sense of anything or wonder why it is I go unheard and feel like a ghost.
I can simply be the ghost.
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