It is 1:57 in the morning and I am writing in the dark. I am being kind to my husband who is asleep. Pens are quiet. Turning the page might not be. We'll see.
I cannot see anything that I write. It's possible that I am writing over words already there.
Always, though, it seems we are doing these things.
We write or type words but when they leave our fingers, we don't know where they go. Who reads them? Do they fade into nothingness? Do they disappear in the air?
And aren't we always writing over words, preconceptions, beliefs?
I am writing in the dark but, really, this is not my first experience at it.
We all write into obscurity and hope to find a place among words already there.