In My Gmail Drafts Folder

Thousands of unsent words, half-written emails with grandiose language that now seem overwritten, melodramatic, ridiculous. I meant them at the time, though—fervently, every last word. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had sent them. Would I have made a fool out of myself, or might they have helped? Less is more, people tell me; but I cannot shake the conviction, somehow, that the solution to every problem is to throw more words at it.