Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
Don't we all?
Funny, how that happens. Actually, what I've been doing lately is "Do you want my automatic answer, or the truth?" LOL. And it always strikes an honest conversation. ;)
We either lie or get used to giving the same response every time. I knew a girl in college who didn't like being asked how she was doing and wouldn't ask other people because she knew the answer would be "I'm fine" or "I'm tired". She thought it was a waste of time that could be used to have a thoughtful conversation.
... ever notice many don't stick around for an answer?