Never shut up
I go back to his voice records , listen to each word like it's the last thing I wanna remember. The words make me smile although it's not at all funny but it's just the voice of his..
I get more about the appreciation of the words and how lovers care so much about words, how writers value the words so much and how philosophers and artists see the word as something sacred, because actually it's kinda of is. I can't find something more sacred than the word.
his words. his comments to me.
Every morning I remember him looking at me that day and it just makes me wanna close my eyes one more time to see that look of his once more.
A dumb movie quote which is quoting from a novel says " is it better to speak or to die" I don't know why I relate to that but somehow i do however I'm not actually gonna die if I didn't speak but anyway I hate and love how this ship is taking me somewhere I have no idea about. For the first time of my life I get tired of silence, I hate quietness. I don't wanna be alone ever again. I suddenly wanna play ,dance ,cry ,write ,read ,talk or scream but never shut up.
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