It seems like...

It seems like I can never get things out when I need them. Words somehow get stuck near the lump in the back of my throat and refuse to push their way through to the front, causing me to choke on my own thoughts as I try to swallow down my anxiety. I used to find it simple taking pen to paper allowing my words to just breathe. For once, allow them to take flight and just live like they are suppose too. Suck in air and just...exhale all the built up emotions my voice would not allow them to express freely.


xoxo