Oh if only words can talk.

Have you ever had too many words in your head but none at the tip of your tongue? it's like some words had its skirt hiked and some words had its pants down to create more baby words who will then mingle with other words and BAM!, more little words running around in your head. Those very words refuse to slide down your throat to visit the tongue when the mouth needs them the most. Instead, they send in pseudo words to run such errands. Thus came "um" "err" "aah" down your throat, slides right off the tongue and into the thin air.

Right now "um" "err" and "aah" are in sync with my breath. I don't know what to say, what not to say, how to say what I'm supposed to say, and how not to say what I'm not supposed to say. So, I'm going to go off on a word-vacation. I'm going to let these words run loose in my head without indulging in a conversation with any of them, all the while hoping that some blue-collared word will start a riot. I'll see/talk/watch/smell/hear you when I can form better sentences, and when my heart can walk in a straight line.

Till then, pseudo-miss me when I'm gone, kay?

Love,

Ben's Belle.

Oh what I would do to be your muse.