The Riddle and the Dedication

I don’t have to watch my language or be in control of myself. I can write all of the feelings I cannot otherwise express. I can write what I cannot say. My pen speaks to the paper for me. When I am not ok, I can see myself think. I can write what I would really do, what my opinion really is, how my day really went. I can throw all of my tearful words at my paper and it catches them. But it never hurls them back at me.