speak.

my mouth begins to tense as my mind goes blank. any chance of responding has simply gone away. searching my brain for the right answer. it fails me, once again and i f r e e z e. she talks all the time they may think, but in actuality speaking is not my strongest suit. i can write. write for hours and hours and let the ink SPILL out into an pathway of lines. the words never seem to match up verbally. a fort was built long ago, before anyone i know now existed. this fort built with materials not easily penetrated. sending morse code messages out to former occupants, no one could go in. securely locking the gate, i accepted those who had accepted me. loved me awkward. loved me different.