These words, that fall from my tongue, roll flat and meaningless onto the ground you tread your feet against. For feelings not even imaginable ramble on in my head, and the words always come out wrong in lapses of trying to communicate to you what is happening in my heart. Heart. Such a hollow word for a place that holds such things that cannot be understood. Each beat takes its turn, trying to make itself more meaningful though it sounds just like the rest. Like these words. These words I try to fill to make something enough for you to understand, but just come out only less indicative than their own purpose. Yet I try, coming back to you again and again, pleading for you too understand what lies beyond the thoughts of any man. Trying to create a new word, a word that might make sense to what feelings lie within my reach. But it will have no meaning, in the end. It won’t even begin to describe what can’t possibly be fathomed by any being. Love, the weakest form of this passion I hold, is all I can use. All I can bear to represent this that has no boundaries, no end. Love cannot begin to reach its full meaning.
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