tornadic tuesday

i’m glad she wrote what she’s thinking in such/much clearer terms on her journal, but this is so crazy that we talk to each other through so many layers of subterfuge; via emails, text msgs, innuendos, and so few direct real time conversations... it’s the modern age where we have the quickest means of communication available to us in the history of the world, but the meanings of our hearts and minds are only becoming more confused because it’s so multi-leveled and tiered. why are we playing these games?

here i am hyperbolizing and hypothesizing for the sake of hearing my own voice, but i’m not saying anything. i just want to hear her voice. even if there are gaps of silence while we struggle to find the courage to say what it is we really are feeling. the emotion in our voices when we are weak and struggling to bear the truth is what is real about life. words on a screen are flat and bloodless.