I'm having one of those days where I wish someone was here to sit in silence with me.
While I do laundry and drink wine and watch TV and cry.
Or maybe someone to talk about real shit with.
No more "how was work today" or discussing the weather.
But asking about life and death and god and magic.
The things that matter.
But instead it's just me.
And I think I'm losing my voice.
When it comes to speaking from my own body, it's a lot harder than typing or texting.
But I want to learn to be honest with my mouth.
But what about the things that I still can't admit.
They might ruin everything.
Is it worth it to face the unknown?
For the sake of telling the truth to the right people?
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