"Poe-"

When words fail and you're still thinking, all you can do is breathe on... Run around like the thoughts in your head, fidgeting, avoiding the world by hiding in the midst of the fabric that separates the natural you from the rest of the world--when you stop! To sit down. To take a deep breath. To enjoy what it's like to have the luxury of words. When you pick up that pen, all things are calm. You may now s- sp- spe- speak with the aide of your two friends who have helped you since you first learned to write: A pen and paper. They lifted you from the shame you felt, ever since you realized that you were d- di- dif- different. They let you know that everything is okay.