#pseud

old art i suddenly remembered never posted. the keeper and a visitor

Is, like, pseud a person? Given you capitalized it, I’d expect so, but also that lead me to google it and

That could probably be used to explain what I said, too, so I’m confused.

I probably got a little too navel-gaze-y towards the end, but I just think it’s a little silly to get a question to the effect of “I wish somebody would say what I’m thinking.”

Just say it yourself. Like, that’s the entire reason I write at all. I get stuck on a thought, and I have to say that thought. If I don’t, and it’s something particularly important, that thought gets louder and stronger until I can’t ignore it anymore. My entire writing career has been based on this idea. A lot of my most popular articles and videos are because something rattles around in my brain too long and eventually it just explodes out.

It’s the internet. Everybody is constantly spewing opinions out 24/7 whether you want to read them or not. Adding yours to the pile isn’t going to hurt anything. And if you articulate it well enough, you may even gain a following from it.

Sinto falta das nossas madrugadas

Das nossas conversas jogada fora

De você falando sobre o teu futuro

E me incluindo em tudo.

Sinto falta de quando olhava para mim com um sorriso bobo

E de repente falava que me amava e eu perguntava “aprontou de novo?”.

Sinto falta de você falando para acreditar que você era uma pessoa mudada

Que a pessoa que eu conheci, hoje

se tornaria a pessoa que eu sempre imaginava.

Eu só não imaginava que eu iria te afastar

Que eu iria te magoar

Que todos aqueles seus sorrisos bobos

Eu transformaria em raiva.