In the eternal words of someone else

Sometimes I can't find the right words to express myself. With the billions of words in the English language alone, I seem to continually fail at relaying just exactly how I feel in any given moment. It's so difficult; every moment is fleeting, as is everything included in that singular moment, making it seem almost futile to even attempt to write down the words that truly portray how I feel. It's easier, I find, to fall back on the eternal words of someone else, to use what profundities they have articulated and manipulate it to suit my own means, my own mind.

But sometimes I feel like a cheater, a liar.

Is it fair? I ask myself.

It isn't, but I can try harder.

Try harder.

Try harder.

Try harder.

♥