Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
Cat got your tongue?
My mind is a garden bursting with colour, the most orange of Tulips, the reddest of Roses and the yellowest of Allamandas. My mind is vibrant and flavour-filled, like the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon. My mind stores numerous stories and ideas that keep me up at night.
You don’t know this, I mean you don’t notice. How could you? My words stay stuck on my ever tied tongue, and if you looked into my eyes you’d see how my eyes light up because of the electricity behind them.
Why do words fail me? Why am I reliving a pre-primary experience of a failed storytelling class activity? I know the words, I swear I know the words, but why are they perpetually stuck in my throat?
