its funny how different people react differently to similar things. sometimes there are just no words to say, other times its a flood of everything perhaps to catch the one thing that makes sense.

and me? the pithy remark, the off the cuff blather? what you may not understand is that ninety percent of what i write anymore never gets sent. for whatever reason, my second look brings about all sorts of reservations. delete.

maybe its the axiom of possibly the fool and removing all doubts. maybe its the speak when spoken to. mostly its that i don't think anyone gets me anymore. not really.

and then i think that, well, maybe that's always been the case and i've truly been a fool.