As I sit behind these words of mine, I flashback to the time when I didn’t even know how to say hi.
I live an imprisoned life of words that are known and unknown.
I wonder if I’ll ever escape this self-imprisonment.
Guess I’ll just have to be a mute then.
I am tired of uttering lies from my cell that hurt people that I love.
Come to think of it, there is no one that I hate.
Dishing out my words on a plate I wonder who just ate.
My teeth vibrate every time I talk nonsense.
My tongue curls in when I speak out of place.
My eyes roll back when I’ve taken too much word crack.
My stomach grumbles because it cannot take such ***** rubble.
Is this why I tend to fumble?
Whenever I’m around correctness, I feel at peace with my presence.
This puts a smile on my inner essence.
All my senses jump for joy whenever I feel heaven.
Wow, I feel like a kid again, who just turned eleven.
Guess heaven is so great that it makes an adult feel like a kid again.
All praises go to God.
For he can turn any odd situation that try to lead me to separation of my ambitions.
I love it when I feel like this; I wish I could feel like this for all days.
Every day.