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 with
no hope of flying .
I hate words .
I wonder if they share the
same hatred with i.
Do my own words despise me in
the dark do they toss
cold comments hoping I
might frizz and perish .
I want the world to know
I know it yet I
shy away like a bride afraid
to make a mistake infront of the guest . I want to fully express every ich of
emotions without beings titled
Ahh what in the
heavens am I
going on and on about
has lonely suddenly become
this silent that I am
having a conversation with myself .
To the one who
will find this trail of thought
just know in the forest you will never find the same plants nore a straight
road that leads home .
© zita