What’s wrong with me
That you can
Hurt me with the truth
Yet I find comfort in your lies
Are we doomed
When good and bad are so easily
Blurred and interchangeable
Are we hardwired
For safety in the present at any cost
What does this say about
Emotions are a fucked up thing
I spoke with a fellow blogger recently about editing. I myself, edit like crazy.
He said he occasional writes directly to his blog with little to no editing and suggested I try the same.
So, this week I’ll be posting material that I’ve given myself about 15 minutes to write and haven’t edited other than glaring spelling and grammatical mistakes.