Why make something more than what it is
Use words to describe it
For the space and lies become clear in a few days time
Yet we speak like no one is listening
Like my opinions have become my livelihood
Because we have to believe
In something
Like it means something
Like this means that
When this’ this is more imprecise than that’s that
These words are never going to touch what they mean
When even certainty isn’t even really a thing
Only touch
Only feeling
Only looking into your eyes
For we hang too much on what we say
Maybe because words are powerful
Maybe because we hang on them too much
Maybe it’s just me
Maybe we care too little
Or…
Or maybe everyone is
just afraid
that they will never be seen

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