I never deleted three of my writings before I posted them. Perhaps, they were unworthy. Perhaps, I’m uninspired. These shallow posts that do appear could just as well not be typed. However, it serves to fight back against myself. I have plenty to say but don’t believe as much as I used to. My horseshoe pendant that I took off meant much when I purchased it and meant little when I took it off. A voice isn’t always found. I aimed my screams at earplugs. Why?