Should I bow down to the imperfections of my own words or should I toss them away like a worn out shoes and hope someone finds its beauty.
I envy one's writing and despise mine for I find fault in every letters and
imperfections in every paragraph .
My words a emotionless like the heart that crafts them .
I wanna say how I feel but my vocabulary is to small for such emotions.
Lately I have been a car that's moving towards the edge of a cliff...