Words.

I used to think I was someone who possessed words and the ability to communicate with them.
Then I discovered how wrong I was in thinking so.

For an English major, I seriously lack a wide range of vocabulary and eloquence in both speech and writing.
But I've come to terms with that. You can make fun of me. That's alright.

People used to tell me I talk a lot. They still do. They still mock me and give me standing ovations and applause at the end of one of my long spiels... lectures, speeches, rants, rambles - whatever you prefer to call them.
It takes a while because I struggle too much to communicate what my point is. Sure, on the rare occasion, I'm on a role and get all worked up and can't stop talking. That's just the girl in me.
Writing is better. Because you can think first and pick and choose and revise what you write so that you can communicate most clearly.


I realized in the last year that I'm more of a feeler. I understand things and life in abstract ways -- through ideas and pictures and videos and emotional responses and experience and through dance and music.

"I need words" by David Crowder sums up exactly how I feel about the things I feel.
This. This is practice. This is release. This is a healthy outlet. This is thinking out loud. No. On paper. Or, computer. Whatever. This is searching. For words.




I need words
As wide as the sky
I need a language large as
This longing inside
I need a voice
Bigger than mine
I need a song to sing You
That I've yet to find

I need You.
To be here now.
To hear me now.