or maybe.

i keep writing because i have things to say.
not in a journalistic kind of way, but in a there’s-so-much-left-to-say kind of way.

there is so much to talk about.
so much we have troubling believing in. 

i wonder if you’ll listen. if you’d pay attention.
because i hang on to every single word you say.
or at least i will, if you let me.