i don’t make light of your words or my feelings in response to them. i absolutely was comprised of feelings i truly couldn’t express when i read your words. it was warming whether i agreed or not. it meant a lot.
not a writer thing though i yearn to be good. just a feeling of, “i’m glad i finished. i’m glad it makes sense.”
i’ve been softly haunted by these voices for over a month. writing and rewriting instead of just listening.
i absolutely am left in a matter of feelings, that i finished it and that it is felt and understood by those that have read it.
you use amazing words to describe the piece and that’s tough to grasp, hold, and keep. nonetheless, i am appreciative and moved by your response, in all seriousness.