a kiss on the wrist to speak of desire.

how can you explain the things your heart feels? how does one acurately portray the depths of feelings with words? is it possible? after the mind runs out of words to express in its head what we actually feel, then how do we explain those ackes and those palpatations, those desires and those dreams? how does one explain what those feelings mean? how do we even understand them ourselfs? a pain for desire, and a pain for hate, a pain for real love, and also a pain for fear, there are so many little surges of chemicals that equate to feelings, but how do we diferentiate them? even if i were to write like keets how could i even then explain myself? i want so much to say it all, but things keep me from telling the truth, i cannot write even what i can express to you for i am fearfull of your reactions. i do not want to hurt anyone in expressing my feelings even though i should i suppose be true to myself. i want to express my hate and my love but instead i will write this pointless expression of my sadness to not be able to do so with out running out of words, and with out causing pain to others. i am sorry to have wasted your time in writeing this so that you may read it.