I have a thing for punctuations.

Full-stop and I have this intense love affair.

Yet we never fail to tick each other off.

Full-stop intentionally sabotage the explorer in me

And I purposely date exclamation-mark to express my contempt.

Full-stop makes me feel safe and less vulnerable, but it’s hindering my growth

In case you don’t live in my mind, do not speak its language and know its lingo... “I” am myself, “Full-stop” is my defense mechanism, and “Exclamation-mark” is my frustration.

Love,

Silly Girl.

You threw a Full-Stop my way,
I throw an Exclamation-Mark your way,
Now we’re both cuffed in Question-Mark’s cell.