Guest Phoenix Posted October 4, 2006 Report Posted October 4, 2006 when the words will not flow i stare at the wall. close myself off from those with verbal mastery. liplocked tight against the stream of gibberish my mouth spews forth when i forget, and try to talk. vibrating against the wall i watch the world spin and wonder where they went. i can feel them on the tip of my tongue. they lurk in the back of my head, mocking my silence. on paper i can pause, for hours if need be, for the inspiration to flow and stain the blankness. in conversation pauses are misunderstood. staring into space an unforgiveable faus pax. the words i use in composition don't matter. my brain-to-hand connection works still. well, kind of. the computer doesn't care if i delete. but my mouth is better kept shut. i will sit before i fall . i will leave before i cry. and i will not speak until i can make sense.
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