Do words mean anything?
I have a very bad habit of thinking while I write. It makes the words get all entangled up in my mind and I end up making a haystack out of my ideas.
I wonder when would I ever be able to translate my thoughts into writing, or how would it feel to translate your feelings and your frustrations in words.
But can empty words describe emotional trauma, are they mature and sensible enough to depict love? and are words capable enough to depict the complex anomalies of human emotions?
I wonder when would I ever be able to translate my thoughts into writing, or how would it feel to translate your feelings and your frustrations in words.
But can empty words describe emotional trauma, are they mature and sensible enough to depict love? and are words capable enough to depict the complex anomalies of human emotions?


