words fail me.
in the immense world of letters, conjugations, word choices, sentences, phrases, metaphors, and silences, there still rests miscommunication. what sweet delight exists in the complete and perfect deliverance of an idea from one mind to the other, and how rarely it happens.
we are in constant search of proper media of communication. to transfer ourselves, to bring forward what we are, to represent the essence of ourselves, to open ports for the succession of what is trying to come through us, we either search the ways to enable it or delve into silence and become reserved because what comes through is getting polluted with everything it is not. So silence... silence... and more silence.
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