I cannot lift my cup to drink.

My hands are heavy with words which are spilling over and getting lost.

I will have to vacuum them out of the carpet.

I have the weight of them on my palms, and my fingers can’t contain them.

Times like today I am so thirsty, and the water is not clear.

While I was trying to sleep last night I could feel all the words pool around me.

They weighted my blankets, and I was comforted and oppressed by them.

Sometimes, I can’t get anything done, because my hands are full of language.

Sometimes, I have to drop all the words to be able to use my hands to place them.

Sometimes, I just have to let my hands be full, and sit patiently wishing for water.



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