Speaking On Paper
I choose to smear my lines to speak, it seems people hear me better that way
On paper, In color
In my head I know the words, allowing noise to exit my mouth is the hard part.
words swim in constant contemplation , the speaking part is hard
I wait for the ‘acceptable pause’
the moment
my moment
A slice of time when they hear me , my voice , not just on paper, in color, but alive in a room
I try to push my way through the loudness
the crowd locks hands in a circle
I am pushed out
I fall back to speaking on paper.
BOOKS I am reading:
If you identify as an introvert , feeling like you do not fit into a Loud obnoxious world , Please do give this book a go. ♥