Monday, September 01, 2008
So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past:
IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon'tgoItoobelie
vemybodyismadeofglassI'veneverlovedanyon
eIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme...
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person's silence.
