The Audience

It didn’t use to matter.

I would write for hours, fill up pages no one would see.  Love songs, battle cries, beautiful, beautiful prayers.  Words that couldn’t hide that gentle tug of despair, Something’s not right here.

It didn’t matter then.  I heard my voice everywhere, bounced back at me like one of those silly rounds we all used to do when we were 13 and in chorus class.  Chorus class.  Ha.

It matters now though, doesn’t it?



~ by followingsherlockholmes on November 26, 2012.

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