writing takes so much out of me. I am in a new land, with plenty to explore, but the words just follow me everywhere. Shame, queasy, face crinkled in confusion, seeking respite. I just want it to be over, I just want it to be done, and then what, stash it away or gasp share it. I shiver at the thought, these words naked for the world to see, and hate it or worse love it, or worst of all just ignore it. I sway under the weight of it.