| Author: Minnie Rating: PG Category: Original Fiction Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. I have a problem expressing myself at times. Archive Date: 4/4/2003 The words are there, inconcrete but there. You keep them wrapped up in your head, safely ensconsced inside a cocoon of gentle gauze. Sometimes you peel away the gauze and let the words breathe when you're thinking too much, feeling too much and the cocoon can't take the rawness. You don't want to destroy the pretty cocoon. You hope the words don't come gushing out, that they don't bleed too profusely, that they make sense of thought and feeling. You hope but the words form in incongruent bunches and slide down towards your mouth in a rush. You bite your tongue hard, holding the words, testing their shape and their sound. They break free and it's a mess. Too much all at once and they tumble over each other, one word pushing two back, four phrases going off on their own, a dozen or two thoughts half-said. Everyone looks at you like you're a strange creature from another planet and you have own language. You do. The words are there and they are your own, even if you don't understand them. Even if no one else does. -End- HOME ORIGINAL FICTION FAN FICTION |
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