When I speak, I feel like I have a speech impediment or continual memory loss. I forget almost every other word I'm trying to say. Simple words, everyday words, I find myself fighting to grab hold of them somewhere in the atmosphere of my mind. Just hoping to stumble upon the right one in the dark. It's all mumbles and blank looks. There is a great divide between my brain and my tongue.
But when I write, words just seem to come looking for me. It's like I can breathe them out naturally. As though I'm sitting on a cloud in an open sky, where nothing is hidden forever. It's the only time I am most at ease. Writing feeds my soul. I think I need to write.
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