WORDS

i have never been good with words.

For someone who is book obsessed and claims that Jodi Picoult ( and Alice Hoffmann. And Khaled Hosseini ) (urghh this is hard. You cant make me choose!) are her best friends whom she's never met, not being good with words is somewhat unbelievable. And yet, this is the truth. i find myself cringing everytime i try to regurgitate my ideas. Arguments often lead to frustrations for not being able to deliver the points that seem cluttered in my head. And yet, what am i doing here? this is no place for non writers. 

But maybe... just maybe, words seem elusive to me not because i wasnt born to be a writer, but because i often find solace in my silence.

So after what seem ages since i last held a pen and wrote my thoughts down on papers, i am now writing again. 

Only on a different medium.