Not everyone is good to convey feelings and thoughts through verbal and loud voices. Some of us may be pianists who can only speak by the music score played on a stage, every key pushed, pianissimo or fortissimo or somewhere in between, and every melody hovered symbolize the heart of mankind, an age, a trip to someone's soul. Some of us may be physicists and mathematicians, who can only express heart by romanticizing logic and by speaking of world puzzles, something freak and nerd but genuine.
And some of us can only stay silent; we freeze and no voice by us can be made, as we're reading various books and diverse stories, and only with a pen we finally talk in quiet. Through the stare of eyes, and the movements of fingers, the only sound heard is the scratch on the paper, or the typing on the keyboard or typewriter. Solemnly, the brainwave is embodied beautifully and arranged carefully.
A guy who reads and writes, and who is also a poet.
