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It's not that it hurts, it's just not that it doesn't.

I'm not overthinking this.

Okay I probably am. Just because I'm overthinking something, does that make it any less of a something? Does that strip it of its meaning? Are the answers scewered with the incessant questions?

I learned something the other night. It brings me back to the days of coming home from school, to the inevitable dinner table question- "what did you learn today?" As if the lessons from those days stuck... the math equations and the history lessons. It's rare to actually learn something.

Don't tell me.

Acceptance is stumbling down an eroded rock face.

Serenity is the view.

Words don't cuddle. They comfort at times, but they aren't warm and accepting.

It really bothers me that writing doesn't come to me like it used to. To say the least.

I'd word that better, except that I can't anymore.