Words to Yourself

Do you write because you fancy you'll find yourself? Or know yourself? Or maybe, more accurately, just make some god-damned sense of yourself? Weaving feels into words and knotting words into thoughts will never achieve such ends. Dissect. Untangle. Loop. Reassemble. What can label your defenseless little words? Your name? Your physical likeness? A twenty word ditty carefully coifed to make you seem provocative and undeniably voyeur worthy? What label neatly justifies the bellowing of these unsolicited thought-sounds into the space between everyone? Live here in this lingual silence where words disrobe. Naked, shivering and aching for understanding, you need to write and the words need somewhere to breathe.