my dream comrade is a seahorse
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We won't talk about it. I once thought
everyone knew what wasn't being said
and just continuing to refrain from
speaking, but now I'm not so sure.
The way my father looks at me,
I swear, he thinks my head is empty.
Someday we'll have to put it into words
or maybe we'll never have to.
I don't think I'd be the first to try.H
When I start to consider the
unsayable things, I have to stop
because I see an ocean of language
I knew but never used, spreading
so far.
Is this a half-life, am I a half-gir l?
A half-person. I would be if only
half
the language was missing. But it's more.
I'm a fraction of a person, drowning
now in the sea of words and
I am unable to tread water.
I can't imagine now being a whole.
I can't say I know anyone who is.
Then again I don't know many people.
There's a feeling of confusion.
Wanting to move on but not sure how
with this observation imprinting itself
onto my bones. Is this nonsensical?