I didn’t tell you that today my stomach hurt so bad I could barely breathe for about 45 second intervals. Or that I don’t know the cause of it.
I didn’t tell you that my personality is tough to shape into a marriage as it is a head-strong, my-way-or-no-way type. But I’m working everyday to mold it.
I didn’t tell you that sometimes, I sit in the quiet…oh. wait. I hardly every sit. Which brings me to my point.
I didn’t tell you that I am never inspired to write anymore. In fact, everyday, my fingers ache to write something new. Something I found. Something I feel. Something I think. Something I know.
I just didn’t tell you that there’s hardly ever time for me to write right at this moment in life.
I didn’t tell you that I’m cool with that. With bottling it up and then letting it flow like a torrent at times like this. Making my fingers become so tired and weary from typing so quickly that it feels like they will just seize up.
I just didn’t tell you.
