Sep 28, 2009 22:42
Every time I think I have something to say, write, contribute, someone has something better, more important, more significant that keeps me silent.
All I've wanted is significance and I can't find it in myself to care.
Some things in this world may be golden, but silence is warm, fuzzy, safe, yet boring.
Yup, that's me.
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Please, please, please don't mistake my silence as apathy. All my friends are in my thoughts at least daily, usually much more often. If I can't articulate, I send extra positive thoughts outward to try to compensate.
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