here i stand at the edge of language.
words never express sufficiently or accurately these things i feel...
unexpressed. are they less real?
perhaps a poet of a million words could touch the idea of this but never touch the thing itself...
like a photo of a photo of a photo...all fake but you get the idea...
where does one turn when words fail?
how does one turn? and quickly walk away?
from those unnameable things...
4 comments:
sometimes less is more. we don't always need words :)
Photos are real... just another reality.
I just melted at your words and am still trying to figure out how I can type in a puddle ;-) I have to memorise them. As for the photos...
so, so pretty.
i'm having comment wonkiness as well. hope it resolves soon!
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