In Writing

This is sort of how I’m feeling tonight. I am so tired of enduring silence. There’s actually no reason for me to.

Here’s a poem by Christina Davis that perfectly encapsulates how I’m feeling:

She said, I love you.

He said, Nothing.

(As if there were just one
of each word and the one
who used it, used it up).

In the history of language
the first obscenity was silence.

The Primer by Christina Davis

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