Words

This is just too strange to write for people I utterly don't know and for people I only know too well. I should write in another language, transform my self by transforming my words.
I resent the absence of contact. I bless it. Wish I could converse. Wish I could remain silent. Wish I could hide. Wish I could be found. Focus on the self. Deny the self. Forever two-fold, dual, double-bottomed. Redundant even, the human lot.