temporary

words as thoughts are

so passing, so temporary

so infuriating, so attractive.

their inability to remain

stationary in one’s mind

for more than a day is almost inspiring.

they demand to be spoken

to be written, to be whispered,

to be shouted in moments of

passion

despair

This demand, this push

is something we lack

if words aren’t spoken

aren’t written, whispered,

shouted

they mock

they tickle the tongue, the mind

gone but not quite

so, let them drip from our lips

make our throats raw

dry the ink in our pens

because

words as only thoughts are

so passing, so temporary

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