this profile pic is the right amount of Seventeen magazine Trauma-rama...Drama-rama..? (it's been a minute) for this post

Never liked it when fiction profs would say something to the effect of,
"You are all great liars, you're writers."
Because it never felt like a lie, it never was.
Even with fabrication. Auto-fi...Something
essential in the voice, in the intention...

it's like everything else: non-of-it-is-true-but-all-of-it-is-real.

It's more quotidian too. Whenever I write in an e-mail,
"Thanks so much, ...or... Thanks for your time, Kevin,"
in all its manipulative excess, I still mean it. 

[This space is as real as we'll ever be]

We are nostalgic. We haven't written in... And, it hurts.
                                                                    Hurts more,
if we are being honest, than not-doing anything other abstinence.





*my auto correct keeps capitalizing 'voice' because it assumes I am writing about the reality/talent show The Voice*