While the details of the current bugbear that I'd recently shared with J. in a half-whine, half-rhetoric over msn isn't something that I'd publish on this weblog*, it's gotten me all troubled over this postulated regression - from what I thought I intrinsically am (and would rightfully continue to be), into what I once was a very long time ago.

What could possibly be the antidote to this disease that plagues me...?

And if anyone were to dare suggest the very root of the problem as a cure, that would be a terribly grave mistake... So please don't bother, thank you very much.

Words words words. There are many of these that are struggling for escape. Part of me wants to grant them their freedom, but once unleashed, who would be there to repair the damage they leave behind? So here I am - guard, censor, incarcerator, of the very things that are being the pain that they are, for the refusal of their freedom.

*This article has no direct connection whatsoever with blogs, but as far as being a faceless cry in the desert goes, that's exactly what I'd like to prevent my most personal thoughts** from becoming.

**Hah. See how self-censorship prevails once again!