I wish I could speak as eloquently as I write. Maybe then I would find myself on countless adventures with strangers and even people I thought I’d never know. I could drench the stars with my words and cut out my own slice of sunshine, all by surprising people with phrases and cadences they never knew existed. And I wouldn’t live in this matchstick town anymore, filled with all the doodle people who don’t really know what it feels like to be alive. That’s why I like going to the airport, and looking at all the schedules and all the airplanes leavingleavingleaving and it’s comforting to know that if I wanted to, I could be a leaving person instead of an always-coming-back person. Unfortunately words twist themselves around my tongue until they’re unrecognizable from what I meant to say, as I’m unable to speak as eloquently as I can write.