Language
Language in it self seems to be wasted on fast indulgence. When we take our time and convey our meaning to one another its so powerful. Love me with word like you do with your body and that kind of unity make the most precious stone seem worthless in comparison.
Language is in our day to day movements. Its in the contact we make. Arms, when placed around another can mean so much more than a hug. An embrace can convey the wealth of emotions to a very missed person or the contempt you feel for a casual acquaintance.
The language in the eyes alone can paralyze the most stubborn soul. To gaze all day into ones baby blues, or turn tail and run from a hellish scowl is a whim I welcome with worthy depth. Erase my comfort and talk some more.
Speak to me a little more
to be continued of course.
Xin
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
Language
Language in it self seems to be wasted on fast indulgence. When we take our time and convey our meaning to one another its so powerful. Love me with word like you do with your body and that kind of unity make the most precious stone seem worthless in comparison.
Language is in our day to day movements. Its in the contact we make. Arms, when placed around another can mean so much more than a hug. An embrace can convey the wealth of emotions to a very missed person or the contempt you feel for a casual acquaintance.
The language in the eyes alone can paralyze the most stubborn soul. To gaze all day into ones baby blues, or turn tail and run from a hellish scowl is a whim I welcome with worthy depth. Erase my comfort and talk some more.
Speak to me a little more
to be continued of course.
Xin
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