… solipsubmissive …

There are times my fingertips fairly ache to stroke the keys, when the words are tumbling and churning and reeling inside me, when emotion crowds upon emotion, when those feelings fight over the dancing words, each wishing to claim the best for itself.

It is physical, this need to capture this whatever it is, to cage the right descriptive phrases that will convey to you and you and you my anguish, my sorrow, my joy, or my bliss.  i can feel my tummy flipping and this steady gripping tightness in my chest, almost an anxiety, because one never knows if the words will be friendly, if i can lightly link them and properly twist them until you can feel it, feel what i feel, when you read.

i think of you when i write, as i will forever … even when i feel my resolve begin to crumble.

You make my words beautiful.