story of my life

pseudonym

We hide for so many different reasons. Even if those reasons are entirely in our heads.

We hide because it’s easier to deal with things from behind our defenses.

We hide to become invulnerable.

For the person behind the pseudonym, being discovered can be as disconcerting as it is exhilarating. Because when we shed the disguise, the game becomes too real, the sharp stab of pain, just a bit too palpable.

And then we run to hide again.

unposted letters

in the gaps that we leave between our conversations, words gather.
they crowd and jostle to find their place. some never make it to you at all.

the gaps will get longer, and your absence will grow more profound.
my words will gather, then eventually they'll fade away.

I will write letters to you in my head
but never post a thing.