"i think i'll go scribble" i say to myself. but why? why do i feel the urge to "scribble" when i have not as much as given a thought to what i should say here?
why do i have this feeling of needing to be heard..when i don't realy have anything to say?
words mean a lot to me. i try not to say things without thinking them through first. i want what i say to be true and to impact someone...thus i am usually better off staying silent. there are fewer regrets in silence.
i cherish words though..
i read and re-read song lyrics, poems, rants and rambles of people i am close to, my own words, quotes that feel as if they could have been my own...
i think my faverite words are the words produced from turning points. i enjoy reading the words of realisation from friends when they see the way they should go with new opened eyes..or when they give something to God new, or when they admit to their humanness in a struggle...i relate.
words bring people together by opening a window into a person and asking someone else to look inside.
it takes trust to put those words in grasp of just anyone. fear whels up inside. fear that someone else will not hold your words as dearly as you do, that they won't cherish them like you do-and it is likely that they won't.
but i do...i try to