A maze of words surrounds me.
I try desperately to grasp onto something
And pull myself along on that thin thread of understanding.
Sometimes it works.
Sometimes eyes tell me that my answer was in little to no relation to the previous statement.
But smiles and hugs and hand gestures count too, right?
And through those I make my new friend,
Even if all we can say commonly are numbers, where are you from,
And a great array of language butchering sentence attempts.
I am a second language learner.
August 14, 2011