The intricate quilt your mind always seem to weave at the worst times.
The intricate quilt that never seems to finish
Words are so powerfully expressive and I think that's what I like about them. They can mean everything to one person and absolutely nothing to another. I like words. And I'm pretty good with them too.
Until I really need them.
I don't know what to say to her. I can't seem to begin weaving. All I have are little pieces of cloth, floating aimlessly, waiting to be put together.
Like a puzzle.
And even if I were to figure out that piece of the puzzle, there would always be another piece.
I don't know which part of the quilt to give her.
How will she take it?
More random pieces of cloth
More puzzle pieces to put together.
Little letters with a story to tell.
And yet no one can seem to figure out how to tell it.
#freethewords
~Temperamentalchick ~
I'll probably end up taking this one down.
Please let me know what you think of my writing. Thanks 😊😊😊😊 Have a wonderful day
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Disquieting Thoughts
PoetryI started this "book" when I was quite younger and the first few chapters reflect that. I'm going to go and edit them eventually but right now, it's a part of my past when my only problem was boys and I don't want to delete that piece of my innocen...
