I try to be the best person I can be; helpful, friendly, outgoing, loving, but it always comes back to me in the end. My words get in the way of my thoughts and they rarely convey what I want them to mean. Silence is not an option, but merely a welcomed friend. Actions speak louder than words, at least that's what they say, but to others, they don't say a thing. I get lost in thought (even as I write this), always trying to think of the right words to say, but eventually end up saying nothing. Music is the sanctuary I hide behind. The words of others are more powerful than mine. They convey the emotion I try to muster up and always seem to say what I want to say, but lack the (insert word) to get out.
"I can see the words inside your silence, but I can't speak about your pain for you." The Chariot
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