a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
why am i writing about sorrowfulness today? it's a feeling of not knowing what to do. closing my eyes, i'm walking between millions of people, every one talking & smiling, some get so excited & yet those things are ‘stranger’ to me. hearing the birds singing outside, it brings me back to right now … to nowhere.
she wants to hear my giggles again.
growing up i could never express who i was because i used to stutter so badly that i could not even say my name. so do now. i always had this idea in my head, this voice telling me who i’m, but what other people said about me & how they reacted towards me, was something different. i remember thinking “but that is not me, i don't do that” ... but because i could not talk, i would just accept it & retrieve. thinking everybody else must know better than myself. still, my inner voice was much stubborn & i knew i was different to what they thought. mind your own business & get a life, fine?
you can take back your memories they’re no good to meh. do you hear meh. i’ll rise one day & smile beautifully. do you hear meh.
Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.
Labels: desperation, emotional hard., giggles, last resort, sorrowfulness, stutter
