De-evolution

January 30, 2016

First I learn how to become nothing

Over time my words become slurs

Then mumbles

And silence

I stop talking

My words mean nothing

No ears in my vicinity to hear

The lonely wind

I need a key

To unlock what I think

I would choose to say it

But why

If no one hears?

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