I am not good with words.
Words elude me.
Words mock me.
Always on the tip of my tongue but I never can fully grasp them and let them roll off my tongue. Words to me are like a playful runaway dog: They let you get in reach of them then mock you with their entertained eyes before running away from your leap you make to catch them. Kiba would probably frown at this analogy but this is just another way of proving that once again words seem runaway from me. In normal conversations my brain and tongue seem to freeze; Usually resulting me being terribly embarrassed in some level. Of course ten minuets later from the situation the words come to me, but by that time the conversation would already be abandoned.
Sometimes I get mad. Mad at these words that seem to have some grudge on me. Seem to always prevent me from telling my feelings for he people closest to me. But I immediately squash this feeling to the bottom of my heart. I should not be mad at these words… Because of them I entered an adventure. An adventure that changed my entire core being and transformed me into something else, something foreign and new.
AN: I have no clue if what the plot is… The words just came to me so I thought I would test the waters and see if there is any reaction