Down to Earth

I am talking to you. Here are my words. The words that I speak come out of me. They are my ideas. They are just words. Letters and sounds. I have thoughts. They are coming out. I can communicate. It's as if I'm talking to myself. It's strange. I have to stare at this keyboard. Or I cannot type honestly. It is strange. Whenever I think I cannot type honestly. Now. I have stopped thinking. And words have weight.