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You know its something when you want to say something to someone and yet the words halt before they reach the lips. Not clear on what was supposed to be said nor the excitement in wanting to tell the good news to any set persons.

So here I sit memorized by the itch to say something and the tearing not to. So scarred up strands of red poke in all directions as I scream my frustrations into the wind.  No words can ever express this emotion. Nor can I even begin to shave off the tip of the iceberg.

So I just mope around. Stumbling into the areas I need to be to just wave off any thoughts.

I mean what I have to say is exciting but I guess only to me. I can't expect you to be overjoyed with my information. That being said I just pour hot scalding water upon myself. In hopes to erase the need in saying something to you.

Clearly you need space. I am giving it to you.

As I look down at the water puddling at my feet, my pink soul turning red in areas. Much needed to wash off the excitement I enjoyed the night before.

One day at a time I will gain courage to tell you. Yet I don't want to be seen as an object today. Yes I could have said something and I didn't. You didn't need to know last night.

Nor even now.

Another day will come and the excitement and flushing will come, the day will be available more to your liking. Then so much will be done and will I be complete? Perhaps a few more experiences maybe.

As for now the hot is turning luke warm and the suds are drying. The need to complete the task in rain is overwhelming. So I move. Lean into my mind and scream my words there. No tears. Just irritation.

Sure you can ask. Sure you will be "happy". Sure you will say I should have told you. Sure. Sure but I didn't.