The Words Are There

July 15, 2013

My thoughts race, colliding and deflecting, creating and destroying equally, but I cannot share them with the world.

My voice is quiet, easily drowned in a sea of noise, but the thoughts are there.

Giving them form needs niether a shout or a whisper, the words are there.

Words, clear and sharp and pure as the thoughts they mirror, untainted by voice.

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