Hour I-Don’t-Know-What of my Captivity


How do I put this delicately.

I wrote things that I don’t know if I 100% felt.

About people who, for all intents and purposes, tried. Even if things got lost in translation.

I rushed my efforts because, wanting it right and wanting it Wednesday still don’t exist on my plane of existence.

And boy do I regret it.

So do a lot of people.

I’m trying to fix the mistakes. Well, at least fix the ones I hadn’t made yet.

There’s this wave of panic that washes over you when you have control of the pen and the publish button. I handle it better than most. That’s because I have faith in my judgment. In my accuracy. In my heart being in the right place at all times.

But today, my heart is in my throat.

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