I’m not necessarily pulling in large numbers when it comes down to followers.
Nor have I really put myself under a spotlight for others to recognize me.
The thought that an individual, possibly over seas and completely irrelevant to my life, managed to stumble upon my page and share mutual interests as me… I don’t know. It amazes me.
The concept behind followers still amazes me.
And you don’t write about it because… well, you don’t feel the text is justifiable.
You sort of let it linger at your fingertips because the idea is perfect in your head, complete, but it’s when you begin to pick it apart, give it a structure to lay out, does it crumble.
The mess it makes isn’t worth trying in the first place.
If you’re going to write about something this important to you, it has to be perfect.
You have to amplify your emotions because if you don’t, you’re not being completely true and that’s going to bug you.
So, you try once, but once is too much so you don’t speak of it to anyone.
You let this die out like everything else until you feel content with letting it go.
Even if it never fit exactly how you felt.
I couldn’t tell you right now even if I tried.
