The words just travel to different places. Skipping across sidewalks and sliding down trees. Bouncing off other lips, finding their escape into someone’s mind. The words turn into thoughts which trigger the mind into a different state. They cause smiles and frowns, weakness and strength, fear and courage. These words don’t stop, some large some small, some profound some superficial. There’s sincerity and insincerity, truth, and emotion. Your words usually leave me with despondency, and my breath quickly begins to shorten. Confusion establishes it’s spot within me, and with all that I can I take every word and disassemble them. Piece them together and I just end up with the regret that wont let me forget my insipid fucking personality. Everywhere is a gray sky. The colors of everyone’s eyes have seeped out of my memory, and I can’t recollect what colors even look like. My exterior can’t melt but I can feel my insides burning. To pretend is to bring down. When pretending, all you receive is a knot in your throat, and cringe in your stomach. It’s torture and you are just disregarding the fact that you are feeble. Ignoring your capability of strength and resilience. Illogical thoughts put together to create anxiety, panic, and fear. Safety is somewhere foreign, hiding in the places you would not suspect. But you are too blind to see it, too dismayed to recognize familiarity. Constantly changing your point of views, afraid of rejection. You’re just lost and hopeless, the ambition is dying out. Yet you have absolutely no adeptness to save your wit, beauty, good humor and smile. These words create a cycle. A cycle to bring one down, to make one think, to make one curious and concerned. It brings jealousy, confusion, frustration, aggression, and care. It creates hatred and love, but the words that come from me haven’t even been making any sense to myself. My words inflict disappointment, sorrow, disbelief, regret, but only in myself. The words I speak to you, will only induce sincerity, love, happiness, humor, truth and beauty. And for the moment, the only thing I can possibly care about is your happiness, and what I can do to create more of it.