Mute
-If words are written but never read, will they ever mean? Do they wait silently, etched electronic pulses, for someone to give them breath? Do they feel; solitude, abandonment, isolation? In the moments between sonambulance and oblivion, he’s wondered if words mean, if his words have ever meant. He recalls the words of others, some uttered, some read, each increasing the density of his heart, the whispered words of prayer lightening the weight of his soul, at times. Words of praise have sent him into a labyrinth of thought, further dissecting self and understanding; such words with gratitude have lifted […]