To write for a bit…

Sitting down to write for a bit. Knowing Damn well no one can hear the words come from my lips. So thoughts coming to the occasion to relate. As the readers cannot see the expressions on my face. Nor pinpoint the tone of written pieces of comprehension actually flow. Assumptions refuse to realize topics aren’t personalized configurations of letters exposed. There are many things to be said without sound. The tongue is free as rhymes and phrases aren’t chewed like chow. So the creation of precision can live as is. And I’m still just one individual revealing life’s lil gift. In the mingling of situation jotted down to display the secrets wrt keep safe. Detailed in all the different ways to help others escape. I cope with each line that finds their way out into the open. I’m not afraid to finger what could become of a scenario that’s been chosen. I Judy need to be left alone to articulate a version to be read. I’d amazing what can come of the rearrangements of the alphabet. Only if others knew that very few are posts of my depths. My weakness is, I don’t recreate the contents buried deep beneath my chest. Those hidden gems aren’t for everyone to dismantle add they see fit. As I sit and write for a bit…