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by Inkwriter

sometimes words are too much.

all you need is a sigh, a blinking of metal eyes in the dark.

morse code, maybe. or a lost language

sometimes words are too much.

often, music is enough. blowing in with the wind, the weather.

no one knows where it comes from. but it’s perfect. like the hair of the one you love.

sometimes words are too much.

the squealing of pigs instead. a hug from a dragon. rose petals, white ones. he blows them from his hand, with a gentle breath into the faces of the attackers.

hold your breath, now.

sometimes words are too much.

the rhythmic ticking of a clock, the rustle of paper.

your partner in crime proceeds to throw anything green into the fire.

the cameraman waits for the on air sign to blink on.

sometimes words are too much.

too much to handle. the blatant, anonymous text against a white background.

you click the small rectangular button resembling a trash can

but you cant erase the words from your mind.

sometimes words are too much.

too powerful.

too strong for us to use.

it would be impossible to expect that we would all respect their power

and that is what upsets me the most.

words are what i used to create this.

but it was too much.

it could have been less.

simpler.

but would have that been not enough?

must i disarm you?

trick you into a simple fanfiction chain?

when will you understand?

that sometimes words are.