We, you and I, don’t talk for long periods of time.
Then we pretend our words are more valuable.
Along the lines of supply and demand, our language is a commodity.
This concludes my appraisal.
This is the way I think; I have no idea the way you think,
or how the people I speak with each day,
the true consumers of my language,
how they think I think. (It’s a sticky business, really.)
I want to put all the thoughts back in the damned box.
But to stop wondering would mean giving up my heart;
And the other part: not just the sick know sickness.