Tongue Tied

It seems that no matter how much time I give myself, I can never quite find the right words to express the things I need/want to say.  Regardless, it's all said and done (again).

For some reason, after the fact, I realized the dangers of what I had just done.  Perhaps, all this time, this was never a good idea.  Good or not, maybe my actions have never even achieved their intended purpose.  I have no way of knowing.  But, then again, because I don't know, there's no reason for me not to.  At least, I can hope.

The truth is...what I really want/need is not words.

Words are redundant.

But they're all I have.