My Language

There is so much that I want to say. There is so much that I have always wanted to say. I’ve always struggled to find the proper portrayal of what goes on in my mind. In my world. In my life. There’s always something stirring within me. There’s always some emotion or thoughts eradicating my sense and state of mind. It is forceful, and it is complex. At times it is threatening, but other times it is beautiful. There’s always so much happening, so much moving, so much shifting, so much flooding, and so much consuming my mentality. It is glorious. My own undivided treasure that keeps me steady in my existence. My best and most valuable defining factor of the person I am, and that I strive to be.

It is my language.

It is my life.