Words.

I am a person of words. I am the most expressive person you might ever come across. My friends, my family members, or simply people I grow even a little fond of, know this. I express. Even when in my most basic elements, I am the one who always has  the most appropriate things to say. I never fail words. Words never fail me.

And yet, I have this strange relationship with expressions and words where I feel they restrict me and my universe. Every time I tried telling it out, using words...to someone, I knew it got a little artificial. I molded the words for someone else.  Knowing that someone else is going to read or listen to those words or expressions, I did restructure it multiple times in my head. It's a transaction, at the end. That's why, it's not completely honest.

Your real feelings aren't reflected in the spoken words, the expressed feelings and the public posts. If you want to check what you've really wanted to say, or have wished for...go and read those email drafts that you never finished, those posts you never published, those messages you never sent, those letters you never posted. Those are the things you actually wanted from life. Those are the times when you felt so overwhelmed with emotions and their resulting effects, that it scared you. Words failed you every time you felt the strongest of emotions. Your real life story lies there, hidden in between those unspoken lines.

Few of us out there experienced the magic where the stuff they couldn't muster the courage to speak out, got heard or understood. I have come to know of a few fairy tales. I think, they are extremely lucky souls. I hear they are very happy.