in a space, where i can breathe...

mona lisa, i know why your smiling.
you don't have to say a word. and everybody loves you.

i can't talk. i hate to speak.
i mean, i love languages. i love some sentences, love words and letters. but only written ones.
i hate to have a conversation. i always don't know, what to say. (well. afterwards i know) what to answer, how to express my feelings, my opinion. when it comes to using words, i'm only good at writing.

i'm writing, because i can't talk. i write, to say, what i can't say. i write to speak.