nusuperfan

i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists, a murder of crows in my throat, & a pack of wolves at my back. i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, & the distant galaxies under your fingertips. but, love me. love me, Love. show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales & scars. spare me your ribs; this skyscraper heart needs a place to go.

I have the letters, I just can't find the words. According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together. I hate those days. The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, th