Have you ever felt like you aren’t great with words but you can be? It’s all art. Some paint their people and pasts, some knit or crochet people and places. Some people ink other people’s pasts into their skin; all forms of art and poetry for people who don’t put pen to paper. It’s a reckless thing, to write. To say anything at all is in and of itself, damning. I have a habit of never re-reading what I have written. It wouldn’t be the same again. Like the words just won’t be the same.