The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Dear Wizards of the Strings,

Don't get me wrong. I would love to tell you everything.

But I'm afraid that winding path just might lead me off a cliff. 

Just so you know, however, you've made it extremely difficult to know what's going on inside my own head.

If only you hadn't been so nice, it would have been easier to resist your pleas for me to release my bottled-up emotions, but my wonderfully logical brain reminded me how horribly that would complicate my already confusing existence.

So all this is to tell you.

Don't give up. Maybe some of these knots will untangle themselves (ha!) and I'll be free to sit down with you and enlighten you as to the nature of whole mess.

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