I have never been good with words, Natty begs to differ, she senses something in me to which I have yet to recognise. Even 5 years down the line I still fend compliments off as if they were flies and scrape pieces together to try make some sense of my life
this is no joke to me,
Entrenched so deep that I no longer have a heart to hold, when passionate I squeak in tone, it is within these four walls I feel protected. I have never been good with words, but my thoughts speak for its self, a clear space, where if you listen close enough you'd hear god saying its ok, I feel a warm embrace.