How To

April 25, 2016

I write because I cannot say the words I want out loud

I write because I cannot look you in the eyes when I tell you how I feel.

I write because you can twist even the most mundane of words into something beautiful

Alphabet soup for the mind

Pick the letters and rearrange them

Over and over again

An amazing game I learned to play

Instead of kickball with other kids

I love writing but I love words even more

Words are amazing

Words are why I can write

Words are the reason my fifth grade teacher still talks about how

I finished the Harry Potter series in a month

It was less than a month, actually.

I read words instead of notes

I wrote instead of spoke

An old habit I've had since I was a kid

My parents thought words were going to be my future

But I refused to put words on a paper

For meaningless pieces of paper.

Meaningless pieces of paper run the world

Imaginary value in crumpled up paper.

Dyed a different color so we know how important it is.

I love to write

I love words

I love what they do to you, your mind

I love to write words

Even if they make my friends cry

But

I hate the thought of

Being controlled by the paper.

I refuse to make words my future.

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