You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...


-Walt Whitman


13.10.15

when words fail us


THIS is what I fear. When words finally fail us, and they fall in some pit of silence, through some cracks, unspoken and gathering dust. They fester with the decay of time, hidden but reeking the air we breathe. We don’t know how to say them, not anymore. We have forgotten how.





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