Dripping from the universe onto awaiting tongues ……literary tabs of acid swimming to the edge of your lips until a soft
And swift expulsion into the abyss through the canals of time, space and sound……spitting the nothingness and loneliness, the bitter sweet saltiness …the love , the hate the curious dreams, the cynical snaps, the mourning, the pain, words can wither and wilt they can blow away in the wind they can hurt they can heal they can end and begin….
To find meaning is to have meaning…..
“Every end has a beginning and every beginning, an end…”-Santosh Kalmar (adapted)
“Words are meaningless, and forgettable” - Depeche Mode