Punctuation

The exclamation mark that strikes through my passionate heart in excitement, like a piercing, dotted arrow!

The floating raindrop apostrophe that always hangs above my mind’s cloudy sky.

The sealing lips of the brackets that quietly whisper my secrets (that are no longer my secrets).

The unobtrusive comma that allows me to pause, rethink, scratch my thoughts, and continue.

The magical @ that converts my words into invisible messages disappearing with no return.

The inverted commas that allow...