🤔 will they miss me at the #Monomad Challenge?
I try to be quiet. I just write and sometimes say some nonsense, as if I were releasing it in the middle of a wild draught.
The varmint - let's call it that - shows its chaotic flight and seems to crash into every possible and non-existent corner.
It is a spectacle worth seeing because it is a lot of mute screams, like these words that you might find complicated; however, what I want you to understand is that I try to be silent until the silence cracks.
It sounds like a piece of cloth that you tear in desperation, in the middle of nowhere, to contain the blood of a wound.
It is very rough.
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It is a wound of my own that is also the wound of that creature I often dream about and if I stand still it will replicate itself in all the mirrors of this mirrorless room.
I felt it yesterday when I went out into the street, when I saw myself surrounded by people who have nothing to do with me. They talk and talk and talk and the saddest thing is that they don't even know what they are saying... let alone why they are saying it.
Instead, I enjoy having a safe space for my thoughts. It satisfies me when they get comfortable there, under a soft blanket. Like when I think about life and the words of the woman I love (myself)... her words resonating, underpinning the idea that life is very strange... maybe she meant complicated?
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No it isn't.
We have the art of tying knots in life. We even do them out of boredom. And if we combine this with the fact that words, when they are unicorns running amok in the heart, are imprecise, then the magic recipe for helplessness and confusion is complete. It needs no further ingredients.
The most certain thing about all of this that slips through the crack of my silence is simply that I love her (me). *
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