I stumble and fall through my sentences, like a leave that's trying to fly and float, but ends up caught by the wind and blown away, nowhere near graceful or like floating at all.

I open my arms up wide to gain a little balance wile the world is turning so fast I nearly see double.

I bruise myself when my words can't catch up with one another as my feet when I walk down the stairs.

It is painfully clear to me that my letters are meant to stay hidden, so they don't hinder anyone else.

Except me.