I first started to speak when I was two years old.

But it took me years to learn how to say things.

That came after I started to write.

My writing is like an emotional mapping.

Instead of symbols, graphs, and captions, I use words.

Sometimes I write because what I feel doesn't fit me anymore.

It is like trying to fit into old clothes after gaining weight.

So I dress myself with words.

I still feel bare soul though.

Sometimes no word seems capable of expressing

That "unbearable lightness of being"

Kundera has so greatly described

Maybe that is the incongruity of human existence.