mm. words. the power to release, or to encage.
tonight we'll go with the latter. all the thoughts and feelings within this heart are going to stay there. locked deep in the little tattered box. where the inexpressible flutters like a bird without wings. not suppressed or restrained--thank God he finally got that foolishness out of me! but in a place where He can bring them out and we can deal with em, but not now.
the need to release wordage of some sort will burn if i don't write something. burning always has a flame, flame creates light, and i do not sleep well with any sort of light...
so. i'll write from my head & share truth: