We appreciate the usefulness of the right words when we face unspeakable circumstances. Can't you feel your brain actually demanding blood from the body as you reach for the combination of ideas to communicate? We witness internal movement and chemistry as we assemble kernels into attempted wholes. The hospital: so much time, such faceless tsunamic emotion, and only the squeak of a nearby door to identify with. We need words to share this, and we have none of enough worth. That's not irony, that is the validation of human experience over vicarious hell.
Despite their darkness, shadows only exist because of light. What a twisted, ill-fated, and common marriage.
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- Jason Leary
- Lynn, Massachusetts, United States
- "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees"
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