No words to adequately describe how I feel in every single situation. As I start to hum the alphabet in response to a question I have heard so many times- now realizing I could be singing Happy Birthday to the inquisitor and it would make zero difference.
A change of one hour might adjust the feeling and response to any data one could introduce. So what is the point of verbal struggle.
For if I am to know you, I already do. And should you be in knowledge of me- I would need no further effort to capture.
Language is the world’s biggest lie. Telepathy or bust.
You can find me singing restlessly alone in a corner.