Breathe

Words never seemed to come easy to me when conveying thoughts. It wasn’t that I had none, it was just that it seemed there were too many ways to weave and piece them together. And somehow with these infnite possibilities, I was supposed to create the perfect sentence to communicate my feelings. I had built up so many unsaid thoughts that my outlet became reliant on a pencil, some brushes, and hours of solitude. I hoped to take a blank page and release what words could not express for me. While it is not a scholarly thesis or profound oxymoron, this is my perfect sentence.