some days, i feel like my words are too small.
that they lack exclamation marks and coloured pens.
like my pencil is too blunt or my ink too dry.
it’s as if I do not have enough secrets to tell.
i hide behind spaces. sleep inside an ellipsis. i coil like a question mark and sometimes forget to dot my i’s.
will you hear these words that whisper like thoughts?
will you feel them like braille?
can you spot them like capitals?
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 6:32 PM UTC
some days, i feel like my words are too small.
that they lack exclamation marks and coloured pens.
like my pencil is too blunt or my ink too dry.
it’s as if I do not have enough secrets to tell.
i hide behind spaces. sleep inside an ellipsis. i coil like a question mark and sometimes forget to dot my i’s.
will you hear these words that whisper like thoughts?
will you feel them like braille?
can you spot them like capitals?
It’s important to hide in our shadows. It gives us time familiarise and then defy our demons.
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