I wish that words came more easily to me. Words that have real meaning behind them. Words that could fully explain what goes on inside. But every day seems to tell me more and more that I don't. It's there, though; the words form in my mind, and they want to escape, but they just can't quite get away.
So no answers are coming from me today. At least not the good ones that people are looking for, but I'll still live, even without the answer in word form.