I’ve had this thought ever since I was a
child, ever since I first learnt how to talk, and the thing is that weird
though this thought is, it could be true; we will only ever know when it is
already to late.
I wondered then, and I wonder now why it
takes us so long to speak- why we must try and try and only gabble comes out at
first.
Maybe from birth we are given a quota of
words?
A quota for one lifetime.
The struggles to form clear sounds just
underline how precious the gift of speech really is.
And one day, you never know when, the well
of words you are blessed with runs dry and can never be refilled.
And you fall silent.
Lost in thoughts you can no longer express.
If this were true. or if we lived as if it
were, we would be less careless.
I wonder if the written word is part of
this or not?
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