And just for thought...
You ask me to speak truth and my lips will fumble as my tongue tries to form the words
but ask me to write truth, you will get my complete honesty.
My hand will be unable to hold back.
I can paint a thousand words on these line.
Even I will have no idea at the time where these strokes will lead.
Some hidden part of me will always come out.
Whether you get anger or joy depends on you, I suppose.
There is always a different truth to write, something new to discover.
There is where I find myself.
This is my truth.
These phrases and metaphors are the core of me.
You ask for honesty?
It will never come from this tongue.
Words twist in the air, taken in the wrong direction.
You want truth?
My hand can never tell a lie.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.