words.

most people fling words around like they have no meaning.  you on the other hand hold them so tightly it's as if the only way to part the space between your lips is to insult you.  i just want to know your mind.  you won't run out of words i promise.  as mindless as it is to breathe, it is to speak.  i truly appreciate your steadfast ways of utilizing language yet i yearn to understand the inner workings of your brain.  i watch beautiful images dance behind your eyes and want to be given the chance to see everything as you do.  try me.  i promise i won't hurt your world, i just want a chance to be part of it.  i'm a visitor.  i'm not moving in.  i can't own or steal your thoughts, i just want to feel the things you feel and never share.  it's not healthy you know, holding onto it the way you do.  you're suffocating yourself, though it feels like the world is suffocating you.