I daresay it’s not possible to really succeed in putting thoughts and emotions into words. Oh, how far-fetched of me, how challenged, how easy to confute.. Maybe I lack voice and that’s about it. Maybe my feeble attempts to use language in a constructive way were doomed to failure from the very off. Maybe I should no longer waste time and space having no flair for writing, but a mere proclivity. Maybe.
But maybe the real cause of my handicap is the aggravating dearth of perfection affecting every single person, object and activity. Maybe language is way too inept to keep up with the stream of consciousness. Maybe.
And maybe it does make sense, exchanging thoughts for words. No charge. No change. No quarter.
No shit.
But maybe the real cause of my handicap is the aggravating dearth of perfection affecting every single person, object and activity. Maybe language is way too inept to keep up with the stream of consciousness. Maybe.
And maybe it does make sense, exchanging thoughts for words. No charge. No change. No quarter.
No shit.
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