thoughts trying to get somewhere

this book or that

this life or none

this skin or bare floor

bare floor 

everything i love i hate

and everything i hate i love

like time and words and language

i struggle with them all but then 

i hold them to my chest

these words can never
encompass the purest version of experience

but then i happen across a passage that says everything i wish i could

and i'm swooning again

haven't you ever wondered if your first language is not the one that your soul truly speaks?

Author's Note

i told myself i'd keep posting even if all my writing sucked

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when the muse hesitates, when the words get stuck between mind and pen....yes, we wonder exactly what language we Do speak...
and life itself is most often a love/hate relationship...maybe that is the balance of things.
j.

[lizardbrain]

I believe you're right, that is the balance of things.. it has become quite a regular practice for me to realize that the hate i thought i harbored when i was younger was actually fascination in disguise... interesting how the mind works isn't it :)

[red.evangeline]

I like the concept here; it's simple, but definitely relatable, and I think it captures the thing about words, that they can never be enough but at the same time can fall into place so perfectly.

[lizardbrain]

thank you :) this was just a small section of some word vomiting i did one day when it was like pulling teeth to get anything out at all. word dry heaving i guess you could say.