what tomorrow brings.

i. an author's purpose.

i. AN AUTHOR'S PURPOSE.

i write for my words can't stumble the way they do falling from my trembling lips. i write because i have so much to tell but words ramble on faster in my head and everytime i swallow, i lose track of where i was. words get stuck in the back of my throat, resting on adam's apple, but my fingertips know exactly where to go on a keyboard, even if i'm lost for words. i write solely for myself, to bleed out in a way that won't leave scars. i leave these ink stained blue lines and skinny arial font posted computer screens with words that i will never have the strength to say as clearly as they are left here.

i can only hope they are left
loud and clear.