What ever is there left to say?
When words fall flat on the clouded floor, and epiphany is knocking at your Cellar Door...
What is there left to say?
Denial is a way of survival, acceptance twilights you into another zone. And the words not said, are the ones that hurt to the bone...
When it is better to say nothing than say everything at all...
...What ever is there left to say?
Letters stand next to each other...
...Laconic...
...Moronic...
Stares glace at each other...
...Harmful...
...Dreadful...
Obvious silent Truths face each other...
...Mascarating...
...Liberating...
And when everything has been said in the deafening scream of reticence...
What is there left to say?
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