words falling from the sky,

wrapping around my heart,

ripping my voice out,

feeding my soul.

never thought anything 

could make me feel this way,

but here I am,

not a sound to make.

everything's alright,

there's not a thing I can say.

I guess that's what happens after you fall,

I guess you might say,

I'm a little speechless.

such a feat, I know.

nothing but a pen in my hand.

if you can read,

you can understand,

and I hope the little scribbles on this page

render you speechless too.