Words

This is my safe place, my pretty place, my comfort zone. It is sacred, it is pure, where my true feelings rest, where I don't have to hide, where I don't have to fake, where I can cry and I can laugh. Yes, it's public, and that's kind of dangerous, but I don't think anyone can find it easily, not without wanting to, not without actively looking for it.

So, are you interested in my thoughts, feelings, unbridled rage?

Words are everything I have, although not the spoken ones, the written ones. Those that are often overlooked by people, those that are so easily ignored. They are like me though, easily forgotten...