the unabridged reader

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the words i have were infinite
always present, always living
and then they vanished-
sudden, fast

something devoured the words I had
until the glass is full of it
so full it looks empty-
blank, dark

i tried to say something
but came up with nothing
i was left with nothing
but ears for listening

the melody and the words,
the tales that are not mine
are the only ones i can use
to ease the void, somehow

_{L U Z A N N E}

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This talks about how in moments of extreme sadness and helplessness, the songs you listen to are like friends who understand what you’re going through. Sometimes, it’s hard to express the entirety of what you are feeling, but then you hear a song that accurately describes everything (cue: i felt he found my letters and read each one out loud~).

Listening to these songs comfort you, and they accompany you until you feel like yourself again. Refreshed and renewed.

Personally, the experience of being unable to express myself is devastating, an uncharted territory. I’ve always prided myself in being eloquent. It’s not just writer’s block. It’s being completely overwhelmed by emotions, that you can’t form any word or thought. That’s scary. Hence, the title.

P.S. I am feeling small-capsy (whatever that means), so please excuse my violation in capitalization in this piece!