Sometimes I wish I could just write about my days: what I'm thinking, doing, feeling.
But I don't know how.
Or rather, I do know how -I practice all of the time.
But then I think to myself, "How presumptuous."
And thus, I cannot justify my desires to tell all.
And so I don't.
Or I do,
And wish I hadn't.
3 comments:
i think you should, anyway. :)
Nothing wrong with a little presumption.
I am sure your presumption would be delightful to read.
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