Don't Worry.
At times I over-think it all, and I pause before allowing the words to flow, because I fear the eyes that will read them... I fear that they won't understand, or worse of all, that they'll think that they do... because I understand, that every assumption I make about you, is made up of lines without order, buttons without holes, shoes without laces...only a part of a piece that makes you uniquely whole... I need not filter my voice on the account that someone won't understand my plea's, or the realness that is me, because at the end of they day, I understand fully- that those who know me best, those who have seen me at my worst and at my best, those who know me inside and out, they are the only ones who could possibly have just the tiniest say in what I'm all about.
