When I hear the vibrations inside my ears, I wonder how much space is within them
Why? Because no matter what you say to me, it all hears like a vacuum of empty words
Where do they fall? On deaf ears they do not. But what length they travel makes them numb
When I hear the space within my ears, it is akin to a nest for the chirping of birds
What length do I have to travel to reach you?
What ear is more spacious for my heart's feelings?
Like a devil and an angel on their respective sides, my guiding words reach me in few
Scream, run or fly; I am captive within the space of my ears' ceilings
Is it hard to listen to yourself? Have you tried it? The more I do, the more mislead I get
I guess that is the nature of sound. The bigger the space, the bigger the map you'll need
Within both ears, I am here to find my own voice yet
But I search and search, and all I find are voices that I can't read
When I stop, and then look, I become aware that sight is not the issue
Blind as I may be, by hearing the words, I may be able to see
But all I hear is a fake me, crying red behind that fake paper tissue
I wonder if she is lost too. In this space within my ears, I hope I can make her free
To run around and play with her. Yes, those are the sounds that I want to hear
It doesn't matter if she is fake. At least I have a sense of self to guide me in here
Are you lost too, my dear? From which ear does your fear come near?
The number of words stored in this space. Her anger filled it with an intention quite clear
...Maybe I need to learn how to taste first. Maybe a word's flavor is due for a tongue-lashing
Insults, accusations, degradations, derogatoriness. Am I really that different to you?
Sweet nothings, spicy takes, salty or sour words. I want to taste the flavors of their thrashing
How does a bleeding heart's taste when yelling their colors true?
Echo, echo, echo. The drops of water I hear from me and you. Ticking, traveling
Sound travels, just like time. But I can't feel sound. Just as I can't hear time
Both travel a certain space to reach their destination. Be it death, or a heart's raveling
I don't know either. Would you come near and taste it for me? My heart's blood's chyme
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Memory Fragments: Probity
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