The writer in me.

I used to get disturbed , when ever I get into group talks. I don't know why , but even though I start talking with my big mouth soon I found myself answering with simply smiling. Its not that I'm not interseted in the talk or people used to say I got a quite smile. Its because when ever I tries to do a speech , words start scattering inside my mind and its hard to arrange them to proper meaning full way. When I did arrange them all , my mouth fails to express them in time. May be I am different from others or lack the skill of talking. I don't know what it is keeping me shut.
Now I find my hands can do it better than my mouth. The things that I want to express through my words ,find more freedom through my hands. Then I start to feel a writer inside me. I don't want to write with complex and hard words or want to create heavy imaginary dimensions for human emotions. All I want is to empty my mind by pouring the over flowing thoughts to a paper. May be this attitude of me is not enough to make you guys accept me as a writer. But I know one thing , I may not born to be a writer but the writting gives of some unexplainable pleasure and a window to express myself to the world.