As time moves on, I continuously find myself at a loss for words but with increasingly more to say. Is this the irony of despair? A withering mind of sorts? Thoughts that should not have been thought, trying to recede back to their cavernous birthplace but finding themselves stockpiling at the mouth of the cove. In day light for all to see, wanting to say what they know but mute.
June 2, 2013
Loss for Words
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