All the words strung together has fallen short, so we might as well start stringing thoughts.
Unsaid words cause as much harm as said ones for they gradually build up on the inside like a chamber of magma beneath a dormant volcano. Feeding the void with rage has become second nature to us as well. Every touch we take recourse to is a testament to the expanding lack that conversation only augments. The inadequacy that you are hell bent to fixate upon, isn’t just in me. It is in the very perception of each other as well as in the root of each other’s perception. A growing distance that has developed taking advantage of our wilful ignorance consequences in logic and counter logic that is forced out like lava destroying everything in its wake.
Yet ensnared by moments, we lose focus that we didn’t want to have in the first place.