My Words
From the Upcoming Book, 'Jubilate in Despair'
My words, empty and meaningless, fall gracefully into the bottomless pit of the darkest void. My voice, lost in the crowded seas of others who speak louder, more educated. My stories, drifting unspoken, lost in the vastness of space amongst the massive stars that shine brightest. Unintelligible, insignificant, unworthy, I walk through the city of artisans whose feelings and messages ignite true meaning and shine light on the vestiges of what once was. Shallow, meaningless, lacking of depth, pointless ramblings with no true direction that stir no direction nor spark any human emotion. Fading as quickly as they are introduced.
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