When I could not form thoughts, or even ask simple questions (like asking to go to the bathroom), I turned to paper. My failure to speak allowed me to listen, observe, and then inscribe. This is the main reason why I hold writing so close to my heart–more than drawing or singing or baking or running–since it will always be my most eloquent form of communication. The words I say aloud are never as honest or precise as the ones I type and scribble.