i did not stop writing just lost the way to put my thoughts on paper to get them to leave a mark exist, probably? to speak seems preposterous will they be able to define words for me? they'd like to think so. i did not stop writing i stopped speaking on paper for a while ink stains are hard to erase undo to write seems mostly judged will they understand without preconceived notions? they'd like to think so. i did not stop writing it just became too much to exist for a while blotting memories on paper seems the toughest job bleed, bleed, bleed tearing up, bleeding is necessary would the words heal the wounds seamlessly? they'd think so. i did not stop writing dawn came and woke me up from my sleep.