Away with words
When words escape you, where do they go? And why do they escape? Is it because they feel your lips are not worthy to send them billowing out into the verbal world? Do they run off and take refuge in the next person, waiting in silent anticipation if their new host is worthy of their utterance?
Words escape me. And not because they have found me unworthy. But, because, I have given up my need for them. Some words are just better left unspoken. And these words have probably moved on to the next person cultivating a healthier prose garden.
Words escape me. And not because they have found me unworthy. But, because, I have given up my need for them. Some words are just better left unspoken. And these words have probably moved on to the next person cultivating a healthier prose garden.