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Apr 2018
my native language is thought
and so spoken/written/signed language
frustrates me to no end

words do no justice
to what is in my head
like a photograph of a sunrise
taken with the first camera
or a drawing
of the northern lights
by a toddler

i am a novice when it
comes to voice/expression/communication
my thoughts become disjointed when
they leave my head
through my mouth/pen/hands

i cannot make myself understood
i cannot understand myself

hey, to whatever higher power is listening,
developing telepathic abilities would be nice about now

h.f.m.
Hannah Marr
Written by
Hannah Marr  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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