Turia
10-20-2016, 09:49 PM
Would that I could speak….
“Would that I could speak,” sounds so Shakespearean, ugh…. Would that I could speak…..
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Would that I could speak, I’d have nothing to say. For I only wish to speak of the void, yet if one single person were so inclined as to listen, the void would be nothing to speak of. A silly illusion to entertain myself with invalid conclusions. Yes, the void is, as tangible as my very skin.
Would that I could speak though life has left me beyond words, and I, half comforted by the silence still seek an ear to relate my existence. Is it longing? Does the void contain something after all? Or do I simply crave the echo to which my mind can respond in kind, as a chess master plays himself to learn of his own weakness?
Would that I could speak my voice would be nothing at all to be heard.
Would that I could speak I would talk about the day. It was that day that she rose from her bed remembering the events of the night just lost. She tried to hold on to the pictures, the memories, but with each concentration, they faded with the residual emotional lesson of being demure as a consequence trapped in side her psyche. Or was it helplessness?
Sighing at the glance of the clock she shook her head and and made her way to the shower under the guidance of slight vision but mostly muscle memory, as she did all days, much like like one. Automatically, she sat on the toilet, pulled the shower rug from its hanger to the floor, and started the shower. She lived in what she called her "dwarves house". Not for any political indecency, it reminded her of Snow White's, or rather the dwarves' cottage. To rinse her hair she would bend in a way that a contortionist would find fascinating. Her house consisted of one small living space, a toilet with a sink and shower, and a small kitchen that made her pots look overwhelmingly large. Even the mini bar that separated her kitchen and living space where her bed laid stood no more that 2 feet 5 inches tall.
**That's all I have for now, couldn't think of the rest of the story line. :/
“Would that I could speak,” sounds so Shakespearean, ugh…. Would that I could speak…..
......
Would that I could speak, I’d have nothing to say. For I only wish to speak of the void, yet if one single person were so inclined as to listen, the void would be nothing to speak of. A silly illusion to entertain myself with invalid conclusions. Yes, the void is, as tangible as my very skin.
Would that I could speak though life has left me beyond words, and I, half comforted by the silence still seek an ear to relate my existence. Is it longing? Does the void contain something after all? Or do I simply crave the echo to which my mind can respond in kind, as a chess master plays himself to learn of his own weakness?
Would that I could speak my voice would be nothing at all to be heard.
Would that I could speak I would talk about the day. It was that day that she rose from her bed remembering the events of the night just lost. She tried to hold on to the pictures, the memories, but with each concentration, they faded with the residual emotional lesson of being demure as a consequence trapped in side her psyche. Or was it helplessness?
Sighing at the glance of the clock she shook her head and and made her way to the shower under the guidance of slight vision but mostly muscle memory, as she did all days, much like like one. Automatically, she sat on the toilet, pulled the shower rug from its hanger to the floor, and started the shower. She lived in what she called her "dwarves house". Not for any political indecency, it reminded her of Snow White's, or rather the dwarves' cottage. To rinse her hair she would bend in a way that a contortionist would find fascinating. Her house consisted of one small living space, a toilet with a sink and shower, and a small kitchen that made her pots look overwhelmingly large. Even the mini bar that separated her kitchen and living space where her bed laid stood no more that 2 feet 5 inches tall.
**That's all I have for now, couldn't think of the rest of the story line. :/