I came here to write tonight and felt like a stranger. That's not what I'm supposed to feel like here. This place, this blank page, is my freedom. My semi-secret. Feels like my cover has been blown but really, I'm just me...same as always. No secret revealed and no branch turned.
I have been inspired, recently, to lay out the facts...tell my stories more freely, but I feel even more stifled by the encouragement.
My cat is staring at me and I can't even please her.
Maybe tomorrow.
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