Everyday words have the desire to flow from the tip of my over used pen,
My handwriting changes with the beat of my heart or the clock which reminds me of you,
Tick tock to an entirely wonderful moment.
My feelings are ineffable,
And i am choking on concepts so large that my mind can't swallow them.
What a wonderful world it is when fairy lights emit late night conversations
Or when the universe is cloudy and stars are hiding in hours to come.
Oh, I can see the ceiling and the walls and lights and jumpers and eyelashes (i wish for certainty) and pictures and bodies and books and sheets and eyelashes (i wish for uncertainty).
Somehow the words you speak are translucent;
my internal voice shouts in a hushed whisper and all that is wrong is still wrong but it seems alright.
What is the need for trembling sobs when words stream from my soul and leave me feeling much less broken?
-by holly boyd
This was written at a very happy moment on 28/07. I hope that your summer is being filled with happy moments.
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Words We Cannot Speak
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