I am not a writer,
Just a person that simply groups together streams of words floating around within my head,
Sometimes these words don’t have any purposeful focus or aim,
And sometimes they are just rambles on a page.
But without freeing the words in my head,
A lump forms in my throat and a heavy feeling forms in my chest,
I don’t even intend to utter the words from within,
Because even I don’t know what they are,
Not even what they mean.
I know it may be difficult to grasp and understand,
But I’m sorry I can’t explain any further,
Until I, myself, can figure this all out.