I could write a book about the random things I know. I could tell stories about the places I’ve been and the experiences I’ve had. People would be amazed by the extent of my dreams. I could debate the validity of religion, the punishment for a crime, or the sanctity of marriage. As long as I could write it all down. As soon as I open my mouth and try to turn my ideas, dreams, and experiences into words; the eloquence conveniently gets lost in the speed of my thoughts. So instead of sounding like the intelligent woman that I am, I come across as a babbling fool.
All I want to do is write, talking is over rated.
I feel like we always have our best ideas and conversations really late at night. I don't think you sound like a babbling fool, or maybe I'm just as much of one! Either way, I'm gonna miss our late night conversations when you don't live with us anymore.
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