it's funny how you can spend all day dwelling on a feeling, but when you decide that you should try to write it out, it swims in too deep to be caught by words. you sit not so patiently, hands on keyboard, waiting for it to tug on the line and be brought to the surface. nets and hooks can't catch it, minutes tick by and the feeling starts taunting you, visible but unexplainable. like describing a colour...
goodness i'm tired. 45mins spent writing this, writing and rewriting and deleting and rearranging and deleting... seems like such a waste...