It has come; the time when I am still searching for the right word. Eternally on the lookout for it, I drown in the many alternatives—yet whichever search I do, it seems I will never, ever encapsulate how I feel, where I am, at this moment in time. I am in a sea of words, and by golly, they confuse, are jumbled and frenzied, snippets of somethin’ something that aren’t quite what I mean. Yet I if I close my eyes, I am there. Where them alphabets aren’t, where speech is absent, where phrases are mere representations of this place, at the middle of which is me. It is something I cannot describe, and even if I do try, it won’t compare, it will not justify. So believe me, when I say this-is-so, then it is that, but multiplied tenfold. Because, dear, for once, I am at a loss. For words.
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Pictured: Sliver of sunlight, view from my apartment
Finally Dee 