Words are a tool and a trap,
Expression and limitation.
What is the point of using words to express indescribable sentiments?
Confusion converted into prose is just that.
Circling confusion diffracts infinitely.
I look for meaning in the ripples.
I wish I could tell how I felt with a color
It would be bright and deeply saturated hue.
With the weather
It would be temperate and sunny, the air ripe with a tingle of oncoming storm.
With a glance
It would be my fickle-colored eyes open, honest thoughts readable through my irises.
With a sensation
it would be warm and misty, sticky and humid yet comfortably refreshing.
With a fruit
It would be an out of season craving, like watermelon in winter.
With a song
It would be a drawn out crescendo, and I would dance to it.
But all of these would be equally as useless as words. So what’s the point of having conversation?
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March 21, 2017
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Thank you, Scott.
I have been living in Santiago for about one year and I can confirm th
This was an enjoyable read. I could easily picture the venue and und
Thank you so much, Melanie. I appreciate your kind words about my stor
What a touching story! Being an English teacher as well as a music ent