What would happen if you did just shut a door and stop speaking?
Hour after hour after hour of no words.
Would you speak to yourself? Would
words just stop being useful?
Would you lose language altogether?
Or
would words mean more, would they start to mean in every direction, all
somersault and assault, like a thuggery of fireworks?
Would they
proliferate, like untended plantlife?
Would the inside of your head
overgrow with every word that has ever come into it, every word that has
ever silently taken seed or fallen dormant?
Would your own silence make
other things noisier?
Would all the things you’d ever forgotten, all
layered there inside you, come bouldering up and avalanche you?
~LOST IN THOUGHTS~
