to know the pain of too much tenderness
I feel like I've been awash in words in the past week or so - every moment I'm left to myself, I'm sifting through them. But they always crystallize into silence when I draw them out.
So I'll summarize. I'm happy. Messy. Open. Curious. Sappy. Overserious. A little off-balance. Changing. Fast.
I'm at a loss for words.
A little less conversation, a little more action. Please.