Words

I could write books with what goes on in my head every day.  Except when it comes time to put it into words, or write it down in a way that anyone would want to read - I have no words.

The habit of keeping quiet is spreading to my ability to write....  Either that or age is already beginning to impact my brain.

1 comments:

Rodney Olsen said...

Reminds me of the lyrics of Floating Back by The Call.

"I find it hard to speak
So much remains unsung
For there's a million miles
Between my heart and my tongue"