I would like to see how my words change as I write. I usually end up with lots of different styles all knitted into the page and the paper soaks in the stains and blemishes. There are many. I never say all that I mean to say. But the words never go away. They're all there, hidden on the paper, buried in ink. I deceive them all with scribbles so they do not see the words that were so painful to write. But they're still there. They don't go away. They're hidden in the ink and in my head.
