I have lots of things to say.
I don’t always know what I want to say, off of the top of my head.
I just know I’m never entirely speechless.
I’m not sure of what to say sometimes, but something has to be there.
My head isn’t empty.
It’s filled with a brain and blood and this oddly shaped skull.
I have eyes, a nose, ears, and a mouth filled with twenty-seven teeth.
I really like brushing my teeth.
They feel so smooth after.
Everybody should take care of their teeth.
And that’s all I have to say about that. (But not really.)
I’m pretty sure I’ll always have something to say.