i can write exquisitely. i am able to place words in their spots and have them weave in and out of each other, so that they paint an elaborate picture in your mind. i am fascinated with words, and i know how to use them. i could write immaculate pieces if i put myself to it.
so honestly, why don't i? because quite frankly, it feels almost fake. and fake is something i want not to be. ever.
when the time is right, when the time comes, i will write. perfectly. flawlessly. impeccably. but not yet. not yet.