I can't remember a time I lost words for every heartbeat... each breath spoke word into script lost between my world and that in which I fell confined...
Yet today, I write words in new form... words that remain unspoken except for the depth in which I feel them burn. Those we feel, yet never dream of speaking them aloud for fear that in giving them tone, they become real.
It's hard to believe that one might deny words their power, or rather, deny the power in words, as each uttered note vibrates deep into who we are, and who we will become... The question that remains unknown is whether or not we have choice in how we feel it. For if we do, why then do we choose to hold on to the words that pack the hardest punch and worse, the ones that turn us into people we can't recognize?
I don't recognize myself.
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