dear jess,
I wonder who invented words so that the limit of my expression of my inner being is subjective to the words that I know. So that the expression of my inner being is limited to a language, a phrase, a letter that I would rather write you not.
There was one thing I reckon that God created similar in all human being’s across the globe. One single thing and it heck as wasn’t the way we talked or how we said it.
I shall lie sleepless and puffed eyes the next many days perhaps wondering if I made the right decision, wondering why I didn’t listen to my original intuition and wondering why I wasn’t cynical enough.
I always think that im learning something new about myself every now and then. IN truth the world is learning something new about me every now and then too.
Ever since the day man was born all they have been trying to do is to express their emotions. Language, gestures, touch, music, movies, books.
And yet there is one thing that they have yet to learn. That in the hundreds of ways they can express, there is a million more that is said in the silence, in the vagueness, in the stares, in the cry, in the sleeplessness, in the look of the eyes that reflect deep pain, in the sullen silence of knowing that for once, words fail me.
Behind every single cup of a sweet daiquiri is a bitter combination hiding itself.
yours spitting out,
jess
I wonder who invented words so that the limit of my expression of my inner being is subjective to the words that I know. So that the expression of my inner being is limited to a language, a phrase, a letter that I would rather write you not.
There was one thing I reckon that God created similar in all human being’s across the globe. One single thing and it heck as wasn’t the way we talked or how we said it.
I shall lie sleepless and puffed eyes the next many days perhaps wondering if I made the right decision, wondering why I didn’t listen to my original intuition and wondering why I wasn’t cynical enough.
I always think that im learning something new about myself every now and then. IN truth the world is learning something new about me every now and then too.
Ever since the day man was born all they have been trying to do is to express their emotions. Language, gestures, touch, music, movies, books.
And yet there is one thing that they have yet to learn. That in the hundreds of ways they can express, there is a million more that is said in the silence, in the vagueness, in the stares, in the cry, in the sleeplessness, in the look of the eyes that reflect deep pain, in the sullen silence of knowing that for once, words fail me.
Behind every single cup of a sweet daiquiri is a bitter combination hiding itself.
yours spitting out,
jess
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