Words and the Wordless

She cannot find the words. And so, she walks away. It is as easy as that. A blank page. An open field. Invisible, unreadable, and possible. Like the future: blank and so full. Sometimes she cannot say what she means because words are mere outlines of the bodies she contains. She is full of wordless beings. She is wordless trying to use words to express what cannot be expressed quite. A look a touch a feeling abandons language and walks away

into a world that is my different world. I come to everything as though it was the first time. Faith has me trust what lies beyond. I wake up speechless. I wake up to the world’s warm body against mine. The world’s eyes are shiny and I do not try to read them. They look and I look and we exchange our silence. I let go into other truths. The truth transcends our words. We know this. We know a lot more than we let on.