Speech. An act of communication, perhaps one of the oldest arts. Words from one mouth to two ears, from one mouth to two ears, and repeat.
And yet, I am still mastering this technique.
Instead, the words fall flimsy from my lips and land part way between our distance and your ears.
I have buried the words before they could even begin to be processed into language. They weren’t the right ones anyway.
I attempt to think before I speak but the adjectives and verbs dissolve as I place them on my tongue.
What was my objective? What did I want to say?
I think of things complexly so I try to simplify them. Place them in the context of ‘black and white’ but the shades of grey are too demanding. They want to have their say.
So I stand here before you, muttering. Formulating words that make no sense at all, I stand here articulating nonsense and resolve in the understanding that no one will ever make sense of these thoughts.
Perhaps they were never meant for words.
D R Forest 2013 ©