bibliophile.

Words.
Sometimes they are all that stands between us and what we want.
the actual pronounciation of them can be crucial.
And where does that leave me?
So full of words that they bubble out of my mind, and spill onto pretty much everything.
Words in my mind, words on my walls, words in notebooks scattered all around me.

Too much language appearently leads to a deficit.
1+1 = 0?
Who would have thought that I would get lost
in an avalanche of words.
Unable to dig my way out.
Stuck deep underneath, waiting for spring.


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