10.12.09

It isn’t always apparent, what the truth is. Sometimes I sit here and write and it's all surface blah blah blah, the kind of thing, if said out loud, that people nod to without really listening. Stuff that comes from somewhere that says, this is waffle, take no notice, just let me be and pass me by. It takes a while to stop, breathe, settle down and listen to the tangle of noise and find the strong, quiet thread beneath. Some days I never find it. Other days, it’s all I can hear, screaming inside my head to get out.