stand off

the many words one can say, the many thoughts one can concieve, often is a labour waste, defeated by the owner's lack of tact and heart. Often our ideas weave and mix, clashing into each other like blind bats in a sound-proved room. think fluttering* think bish* think mash*

aporia sets in.

the poignant silence is a powerful tool. It is a void, a space, a canvas. What dramatic clarity is articulated with a simple pregnant pause. Like a unspoken word, or an unseen gesture, wild our mind goes, like a scriptwriter losing the plot, overdramatizing and irrational.

stand off. shut up. and goodnite