I have something to say to you but I
don't know what it is. How could I not know? Well it's simple. I
just don't. There are too many ideas floating around. Sure, in my
head, but everywhere else, too. We should always be saying something
to each other. There is so much to say. So much wonder to sift back
and forth between our teeth and gums. Gold to be found among the
swaths of dirt and grime and mouth pollution. Venerable galaxies of
thought colliding into one another, meshing certain frames and
smashing the rest to bits. A diamond of wisdom, crushed into
existence by pressurous synapse. Blankets of creation, woven by
unintentional meditation.
We're all feeling so much but saying so
little. Let's say these things to each other. I don't know what I
have to say to you, but do you know what you have to say to me? Not
nothing, but everything else. Too much to say turns into a drought
of voice. But for now, let's think. Then as soon as that thought
reaches us, let's speak up. Let's always be talking. We only have
conquest. To learn from each other. I have something to say to you
and it is everything. And you have everything to say back. But we
say nothing. And we let our minds do the talking.
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