I can't always create beauty with my words.
Some days they come out ugly, repetitive, annoying.
I can't always relay what I want to say.
Some days I go around in circles never really focusing on a point.
I can't make someone care.
Some days, I desperately want people to read this.
I can't get pregnant.
Every. single. day. this is very real to me.
I can't stop talking about it.
I'm so annoying with this, it's inexpressible.
I can't stop saying 'I can't'
I wish it weren't this way, but it somehow has woven its way into my vocabulary.
- Heather
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