skeptics are the lesser of the broken.

katelyn: "good lord, how can you do that? you just spit it out. and it's perfect."


how do you tell her that you
write
because you're terrified to
speak
because you hate the way eyebrows
dance
when people listen to what you want to
say.
and you know that they're
judging
based on what you're
conveying
and you just aren't ready to
condone
their say in things you're
feeling.