I know this move...to write words and come back and erase them....that tug and pull....to express.....the act of reaching into your very being....pulling the ache out with your hands and flinging it into words....my hope is that it will do something.....anything....relieve pain...or shove that groping of writhing mass....into some form of understanding or wisdom...or or or or or.....then I come back and erase...for all the reasons I shudder to form.....it is an odd dissatisfaction.....your.....'sigh'.....I have felt too.....I am sorry you have erased....into silence....for to me it means...there is nothing....no thing to be done....or no thing to understand....or no thing that heals.........yet even as an erase practitioner....sometimes having someone to hear.....is all that is needed.......if you wish....even though I am a stranger.....I would hear....I am listening even now.....
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