Catharsis; Parapraxis.

I often wonder whether these words are meant to be seen. Whether these feelings are insightful, dull, mundane, unique. I wonder if exhausting my knowledge of symbols will ever truly be purged and placed on paper. I often wonder if these words are so vague and flowery that I may not be able to reinvoke the powers I held within them. The moment these words are lost. The moment they will be lost may hold Catharsis or Parapraxis.

I cannot abandon these negativities when I think of you.

These words were meant for me.