One foot in front

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In and of itself, not "fitting in" isn't a bad thing. But, even though I have been living with this my whole life, the feeling never really goes away.

Sometimes I forget. In the excitement of a new thought or idea, the words come tumbling out in a rush. Then the moment comes, and I pause. Or, having reached the end, I finish.

I look up, and once again, I realize my words have fallen on dead air. A blank look, an exchange of glances. Silence hangs like a shroud over the light I saw and tried to describe. On occasion I'll retrench, and try to find different words, in the hope that I can find the key to unlock the puzzle before me.

But anymore I just pass on, and retire into the cover of the silence.

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