3rd of February 2010
 

brynabee:

I am inventing a new language.

In my new language, there are no words
like “miss” or “sorry” or even “love.”
In my new language, there are no words.

I have been screaming my new language
at everyone I know, and strangers, too.
It goes unheard, as they keep buzz buzzing
their old language and misinterpreting mine
for silence.

Sometimes I fear it will never catch on.
But right before I am about to give up
and retreat back into buzz buzzing,
I see my sister gazing at her daughter
asleep in the car seat.

she says more words in that moment
than I have ever known,
and it sounds just like silence.

I love this <3

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