I stopped writing, because i realized my words left no impact. That when you look them up in the dictionary, you couldn't find their meanings. I stopped because, i didn't want to face my problems. That re-writing my thoughts cuts deeper than my wounds. That's when i learn how to run away from them. But it distanced me further from the alphabets, i could no longer sting them together without stuttering. My words always stumble out of my mouth clumsily, under heavy breaths, i guess that's why they never made it into your head. But sometimes, i leave the emotions behind my words and let them float in stale air, i guess that's why they never stayed in your head long enough.