Sometimes I feel like written word understands me more. That when I try to communicate with people around me, I fail miserably. And that poetry is an easier way of explaining my feelings than my mouth.

While I almost can’t speak without feeling like a fool, I know that letters formed under my fingers will not only help me pour my heart outside. They make me feel less a fool, less an oddy,  more an artist who is only very (too) deep into her art.