-Speak-
I look better on paper or in a form of text than I do in a conversation face to face with people i really care about. My teeth tend to bite my lips,my heart races,my fingers want to pinch myself back to reality and spit out the words I am slowly choking on. But I fail,so I write.
A word. A word that comes from between your lips is formed on the tip of your tongue. A word can be as smooth and soothing as her hair brushing your cheek when you go in for a hug...or as sharp and painful as the knife in your chest after you finally lost your uphill battle.
A conversation. The game of catch with meaningful words being tossed back and forth into a stack in your mind where they are all placed together like a jigsaw puzzle to make a story.
A story. The artist of words putting them together to make something of a beautiful song as it relays the words so elegantly placed together to tell you of times past whether long ago or ever so near.
