Sep 19, 2022
Kamáva tu, čib mari. Tu sal bravalí ta čororí sar jamén.
I love you, language of ours. You are as rich, as poor as we are.
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Kamáva tu, čib mari. Tu sal bravalí ta čororí sar jamén.
I love you, language of ours. You are as rich, as poor as we are.
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“I’m hoping that if I fume about it for a few more years I’ll actually get the world record for the longest period of sustained fuming ever. That’ll learn them.”
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Zebra was the final straw.
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I wish we could take all of our shit back without the possibility of replicating it.
His Eyes Listen
His eyes shine like polished onyx A precious stone of the Ancients They reflect the emotion of others And they are forever listening
In the light they soften to that of melted caramel They begin to hear what the ear cannot They understand and soak up the pain of others They fill with compassion as they listen
I miss his eyes listening to me They heard the words my mouth could not form We spoke a language few could understand His touch spoke the words my ears were not capable of understanding
Maybe that is why we fell apart? Maybe that is why I began to lose the capability of accepting his spoken words? Maybe that is why I forced myself to lose him? Why could I not explain this when I NEEDED to? Before it all fell apart?
I miss our unspoken language. He was the only one to understand it.