impyreal
Phrase? A word that torments me. How to phrase. I must become an acrobat of words in effort not to stutter. Mouths spew pre-spoken phrases mindlessly. But my mouth shuts down. A phrase must been a neat clean path my mouth can chomp through easily. Phrase.
The one thing that keeps me from losing my mind. Always knowing another route. With no escape, I can't even begin. But an exit route is all it takes for me to be comfortable. For me to exist normally. The escape route is the only thing keeping me here.
Fear. That I will never know what it can teach me. Joy, that I will always have something left to learn. Alone but welcome. Biased, but unjudging friends. The smell of worn paper overwhelms.