I don’t know. I don’t have words, at least not those that sound like I mean them.
The “on paper” (with exaggerated use of hyperboles, adjectives and metaphors – words, in general) person knows, or so she thinks.
But the “in person” person doesn’t know shit.
Round the clock.
Lips do too.
Words are lost.
So few of us listen.
And the stars lean in.
Can I store away the light in your eye?
(For when the world doesn’t feel so bright)