Speak in Tongues

Projecting my insular expectations on the unwitting passerby. Left to smolder in the little cavity in my chest. My thoughts are overdone. Left in that earthen oven too long, no longer able to react to the real world. Rotten from origin, spoiled beyond redemption by warping obsession.

It’s really satisfying to be able to say exactly what I mean in the most cryptic way possible. 

3 thoughts on “Speak in Tongues”

  1. Well it is indeed cryptic. I can’t interpret it either…but I like it…especially the phrase “my thoughts are overdone” hmmm. Your writing is interesting my dear.

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