The vulgarity of language underwhelms me.
Blankly, I stare into the faces of others.
What is language?
I look to you, them, and I see nothing.
I want to make tangible the fluidity and beauty of my mind.
No.
In the face of eternity I weep.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC