I cry when I don’t write because I am unable to speak. Writing is probably the only way that you will ever know what I think. 

I cringe at the day that my hands fade away because at that moment, tears will endlessly roll down my face. That is… until I am drained.

I’ve cried before and I find no shame in doing so, but I would rather write to avoid hearing about how my eyes have turned red and most likely swollen.

I could vent to another human being that I’ve some how managed to relate to myself, but these words….. in my head….. could never be fully comprehended by anyone else.

Sure, my diction is simple.. I don’t strive to make it hard. However, the place where I’m coming from is beyond your deepest thoughts.