I speak different in a different language, you should hear me sometime. My mouth fails to move but I cannot conceal the fact that my mind twitches with each wordless fall. Many things fly from my headspace when I speak different in a different language. I tell tales without talking, taking the time to travel through my silent words like they were a big blue body of water that I could fall into and drink away my thirst for making sense of it all. Perhaps you hear my different language; after all, I intend it for you, you and your admirable capacity for listening long after your ears have closed your head.
Reason for writing:
I truly believe there is a muse inside each and every one of us, just begging to tell a story. When I write my poems, I almost always start with the barest idea of what I'm trying to say. Very rarely do I have any idea how the thing is going to turn out. I've also found that a lot of my work seems to be narrated by a fellow who is teetering on the fine edge of sanity. This doesn't bother me, I think we're all a little crazy if you look in there far enough. In this case, I think I was trying to write about the frequent futility we all feel in communicating (in any form) with those around us. There's got to be a kindred spirit out there somewhere. The trick is in the discovery.
Birth sign: Aries
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