started to post something last night/this morning, but it was too raw. didn't wanna expose y'all to all that blood and sinew so early.
i'm living in it, but you don't have to.
yeah, sometimes i toss up my ripped-open heart for your eyes and ears. but those things often get posted weeks, months, or years after i've written them.
being ready to share is a funny thing; it happens when it happens. it can be in the moment, or when i dig up an old journal during a cleaning jag.
today, i'm not ready. but i'll write it down somewhere.