Sometimes the thoughts inside my head get so jumbled up that I can't speak the words that are gathering in my throat. Sometimes there are so many thoughts that I choke on words, spit words, vomit words, so many words spilt on the floor, the table, the bed, everywhere every place within reach, everything hears me and my slimey slippery words. I don't know how to express these words without their rage or depression. But I suppose that's just exactly how some words are meant to come out.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Sometimes the thoughts inside my head get so jumbled up that I can't speak the words that are gathering in my throat. Sometimes there are so many thoughts that I choke on words, spit words, vomit words, so many words spilt on the floor, the table, the bed, everywhere every place within reach, everything hears me and my slimey slippery words. I don't know how to express these words without their rage or depression. But I suppose that's just exactly how some words are meant to come out.
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