I want words to drown me until I'm out of breath. So when I start writing, I could easily pick out the words and form a land full of colors and metaphors.
I want words to envelope my being. So I could tell the right things.
I want words to bind around my body like chains so when I promise something, I wouldn't run away.
I want words to be violent and gentle at the same time, so the truth wouldn't hurt a lot.
But words couldn't give me the reassurance.
In the end, I couldn't say the right things.
In the end, I remained silent.
In the end, I can only pick meaningless words.
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Words
RandomHave you ever felt the urge to write something but your thoughts are so messed up like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle and you couldn't see the point clearly? Yeah, I've always felt that. But, I'm gonna write anyway. This book is my escape. I'll escape...
