A Word That Doesn't Exist
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They say you have too many thoughts
I say
You have one thought that won’t die
It changes shape
It wears a suit on Tuesdays
Khakis on Thursdays
Sometimes it laughs like your father
Sometimes it sounds like the ceiling fan
You walk into rooms and the air bends
People say you make things heavier
You want to say
I am the one holding the roof up
But you don't
Instead, you nod. You leave
You write it down
Then erase it
Not because its not true
But because the truth doesn't feed you
Silence does
They call it loneliness
You call it something else
A word that doesn’t exist in any tongue,
A language made of pressure, instead of sound
Where meaning breathes but never speaks.
