When you speak before you feel, you sense your heart clench tighter than a fist full of anger at the moment when your patience is at its thinnest.

When you view yourself as an awkward being with an inability to process emotions as they come, you turn to embarrassment and resentment toward yourself with the running thought that maybe it would have been different if you’d given yourself the chance to gather your thoughts.

When your powerless attempt at using your voice goes south when your vocal cords wither in a slight moment of time.

When you try to take every ounce of thought left inside your frazzled brain and turn it into something you feel proud of, something beautiful that exists only on paper and infinitely in time.

These are the moments that make you rethink the spoken word.

These are the moments you write.