I could write an elaborate blog,
snipping pieces of my thoughts
gluing them together
trying to paint a picture.
But I won't.
For me, talk is just talk.
Beautiful as words are,
as powerful as words are,
sometimes they just don't compare to the chaos of life in where words are meaningless.
Maybe it's only me,
because I've never been able to fully express myself through the charisma of intricately woven language.
But the little, simple things in life let me know that good exists in the world.
Such as your smile. Your tears. Your laughter. Your heart. Your music. Your beauty.
Inexplanable, untouchable objects.
That don't even come close to words.
