It means something:
The sounds, the motions, our mouths moving and tongues focused. They mean words, sometimes mean words. Sometimes it just sounds high like you're never coming down with words, But without emotions, they whither and go unheard. So we say words and things and AHH and OHH and HMM with things.
Hands fly, pushing home words, with delight. Eyes glitter like new snow, like starshine and we sigh. Reposing with good words, good friends and life in moonlight.
Feelings gripping, slightly frightening, thick and pushing behind our eyes Lips twinging- breathing through the strangling sweetness of life. Because the words mean something, mean everything, and are alive.
About the Creator
M. Bornhoffer
"But human beings are incalculable and he is a fool,
who tells himself that he knows what a man is capable of"
-W. Somerset Maugham "The Book Bag"
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