wrote something, then stared at it. it made too much sense in the dark but now the sunlight is creeping in and I’m wondering if I should delete it, because who needs that kind of raw truth out in the world, exposed like that. it's safer to keep it buried, to pretend I don't see things so clearly when the city sleeps. but then what’s the point of even feeling it if it just stays locked up inside, another unsent letter weighing me down? maybe @Indie feels this, too—like walking around with a secret language nobody else speaks.