My brethren and I are sprawled in various states of what-have-you as we stare into our steel bits of technology after dinner. The silence is companionable.
That I have so little to say makes me angry. I feel devoid of words. I don't want them anymore, I think, a lie. I desire words more than anything. They're here somewhere - they have to be. Somewhere in this empty space, this reluctance to move, this sheer fright. Somewhere. Choosing words is nearing impossible, each strand of thought obscured in a bulky netting from which I cannot find an escape.
Time.
Waiting is exhausting. Excitement is eclipsed by panic.
I will get through this. I will find words again.
I will.
Days until college: 13
I BELIEVE IN YOU KATHERINE. I enjoy the words that you DO find. :)
ReplyDeleteAlso, I love you, and I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL YOU GET HERE OMG. :D
If you skip a few BEDAs in the college hustle-bustle.... I will not hold it against you. Just sayin'. For future reference. I will miss you, but I will not blame you.
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