Mute

I’ve got a lot of words
Empty collections of characters that lack the comprehension to serve my current interest
So from time to time I abandon you
Until I can regain appreciation for what you do
You try
And that is something of value
But words aren’t art
They’re not wind
They’re not a pulse
They can’t say a million things without saying anything at all
At best they’re mediocre mimes for true feeling
Therein lies my frustration as well as the validation
Uncertain hearts still yearn for you because you’re the freshest thing next to air
The best of friends when the world is silent
Even the most powerful expression of God second only to His presence.