5/1/05 03:27 pm - a_d_d_squirrel
Humans are born in to life with nothing but a body and screaming lungs.
Aging takes away our screams.
Screams that don’t lie.
Happiness sadness pain. All it’s resonance gone from our mouths stolen before it even reaches puckered lips to afraid of honesty.
Laying back in comfort spilling our woes to all who listen.
Words words words.
Too many. And not enough. None can express the poweress we gave up in our first years of life.
Touch is our closest ally. Touch still only sits on the surface of a new frontier.
Can touch tell time?
Can touch stop the storm of our lives that come so fast and leave us on knifes edge with no voice to plead?
Can touch let us open our mouths to screams that won’t come?
Screams gone and left us.
Is it worth knowing what we’ve lost?