My last posting was weeks ago.
Silence has encrusted me as I stumble about in this labyrinth of pain. To write means to open the wound of the pain I am feeling, to be engulfed in the reality of this agony.
Even my speaking voice disappears, becomes labored, cracked - choked when talking about what is happening.
So I have retreated, stunted the flow of words, hidden behind barriers.
I have written privately (but not even much of that), words that lance, bleed out relief. But I do not know if I can do that here.
But still I want to write.
Maybe I will dance around it, weave words not direct.
I do not know yet.
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