insert_name_here belly fire When I use my journal as a means of escape I can write - and write - my demons away. I can close the pages and forget about them, even throw the damn thing away, but every word about (insert name here) can be tricky. I can choose my words less carefully. Or re-write a memory. Blather...broken hearts-swelling hearts, anger-adoration, obsession-possession...seeing (insert name here) can mean so many different things to us and so many of the same things at once. You dream about him...I still do. She broke my heart...yours too. Loved me...and loved you. The smell of a million memories linked to one name. (insert name here) 030118 what's it to you? who go blather from