My face

I write because I have a very short time to say everything that I'm ever going to say. I hate leaving things unsaid, and what about when I die? The only thing that lives forever is words. They are what brought us up from the ground to where we are now. These shapes of letters are a piece of me, a far better picture than any one I've ever taken. In person I'm rarely able to say what I want to say, I'm always flustered and confused and words just don't come to me the same. There is a power in writing, in translating thoughts to something tangible. In making a new path in the universe. I want who I am to make a difference, I refuse to leave this world without making some noise. Without adding a few ripples to the ocean. All I have and all I am is my words. So here is my face and my eyes and every thought I've ever had, they are here for you to have on these pages. 

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- JcK