I hate talking
It's either gossip or "straight forward"...
Neither I'm good at (hence quotes)
I know definitions but I know sounds better
Language is music, syllables are notes, intentions are lyrics
And people are...people are concrete
They are composers and stronghold of their songs they only know
I just sing what notes come to mind
Maybe sense comes or maybe a melody just begins
This, my contemplation, is speech
My rolling words in my head
Spinning and twisting
Metaphors can't sing they just know
They are my cement
Putting life into concretion
