"My heart feels like a piece of chalk in my throat" -Skim
I'm usually glad that I love to read - if nothing else it provides me with an escapism that is arguably healthier than my next favorite activity (sleep). And even though it infuritates me I suppose I am thankful too for those little electric moments where it feels like things have been pulled directly from me and put directly on paper in a much more eloquent fashion than I ever could have even dreamed of.
Music, words. The transition is seamless and suddenly makes more sense than ever to me.
I hope for the day that, instead of hiding behind ink and paper, I can open up my mouth without faltering. Calm my pulse enough to not let the words jumble so maybe they'll mean something to someone who isn't me.
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