Because I think a lot,
My thoughts make sense, sometimes,
My words don't.
Nothing that comes out of my mouth makes sense
It's all a jumbled mess and I can't fix it.
But I can write.
When I write, it makes more sense, my thoughts don't seem...
Quite so nonsensical.
And if it doesn't, I can try again.
Erase, scratch out, delete, backspace,
try it again.
My fingers fly across the keyboard or page,
and it doesn't have to be perfect.
It can be broken, wrong, messed up, and make no sense.
Nobody ever has to see my rough draft.
I write because I can perfect it,
when I'm speaking, it all tumbles out and I can't fix it,
I try to explain it and it makes even less sense,
I feel like banging my head against the wall,
I want to scream "that's not what I meant!"
I write because I can fix it before it even leaves my mouth.
I write because then it makes sense.
I write because it helps me to understand what I'm thinking.
Sometimes I feel like all I can think after I talk to someone is "I shouldn't have said that/said it like that"
And I come up with stuff like this.