As I smear my pages with ink
And I share some words with you
I don't think I am good at it
I don't think I write beautifully
I Don't Think.
I write a vision
Without thinking of the grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes I might make
My words don't have an accent or a speech impediment
My words don't have a volume
But they have a voice enclosed within vision
A voice that matches the voice in your head
A voice that some hear and some don't
A voice that doesn't always create the right image
A voice that is sometimes stupid and sometimes wise
A voice that doesn't always need the right words but a right listener
A voice that took time and strength to be shared.
