I'm loquacious; a wordy girl. (Redundant too apparently)
It's rare that I find myself speechless. Correction. It's rare I cannot find what I think of as the "right" words. I have rarely been known to stutter and stumble but in the last 24 hours, I've done it much more than I would care to admit.
I'm sitting in a hotel room in undisclosed location. I can hear the traffic; the repetitive sound of cars driving past, in a hurry to their destination. Today everyone rushes while I slow down. I stroll in time to the running pace of their feet.
The rain hits the window and I think about the last time I found myself in a hotel room in the pouring rain. I was in the window trying not to cry and rage, not sipping hot chocolate and dancing around with a smile on my face.
Sometimes, words fail. Sometimes I have to remind myself that even if I can't describe it, feeling it is enough.