there is so much I want to write right now.
but i cannot.
the turmoil within which i am unable to capture one solitary concrete thought in order to restore some order keeps the words from flowing.
in fact i just had a conversation with myself where i could not even get a word in edgewise...i wanted to disagree but could not.
i would wonder why
except that the naked flesh where once was silver is a constant reminder of what has actually been lost.
i hate this.