Lost Words

Old wooden letters

Sitting here pondering of useful words to translate the world inside my tired, stuffy head. The taste of letters sitting at the top of my tongue waiting to be released. As soon as I open my mouth, they vanish. Moments go by, and letter by letter they return with a bitter sweet taste swirling around my cheeks. I drink some water. Waiting. Hoping the words would come to me quicker. Time is sweeping by me and nothing. Words, lost in my mouth with no where to go.

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This entry was published on February 2, 2013 at 12:23 am. It’s filed under Rambles and Rants, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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