Sometimes when I've been talking
talking
talking
for days on end,
I run out
of words.
Just.like.that,
I have nothing to say.
And so I must read voraciously,
filling my mouth and my soul and my mind
then
be quiet to digest.
Then I find words to speak.
talking
talking
for days on end,
I run out
of words.
Just.like.that,
I have nothing to say.
And so I must read voraciously,
filling my mouth and my soul and my mind
then
be quiet to digest.
Then I find words to speak.
Books are word batteries. This is a funny idea to me.
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