So much to say, but nothing really comes out.
Language tangled on the tongue; it moves slightly, just enough to push out a subtle sigh, but never truly amounts to much. Where words get in the way and you cannot step through the insignificant to get to the beauty...like tripping over the stones you had carefully placed in the garden..
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Babbled by Cher Ferroggiaro at 5:52 PM