Big black spirals when I'm frustrated and colorful splotches when I'm elated.
I wish you could just see what I see
The faces covered in beads of sweat, the sunsets, the bars full of wrinkled fishermen, the quaint main streets.
The fact that this town doesn't have a "town center". No grocery store. Only one traffic light. A meaningless population.
I don't speak well. I don't write well. I jumble my words and trip over long sentences.
I'm not articulate. My list of SAT-type vocabulary does not exist. Instead I use gestures, half-smiles, and photographs.
I wish I could explain this to you in pictures because it would be so much more fulfilling for you.