Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Words



For some
It is the time between today and tomorrow
When the clock stops ticking
The world stops turning
And their thoughts slow down

For some
It is right before dawn arrives
And the world is shaken awake
By chirping birds and blinding sunrise
That words finally pour out of them

For some
It is while waiting for their food to arrive
At the table only they occupy
And on a folded serviette they write
Words they cannot hold in anymore

For some
It is when a stranger sits next to them
In a bus headed home
And they are tired after a day’s work
But a familiar voice or scent
Takes them back to the time
They so frequently write about

For some
There is no time for the writing of words
Not between one day and another
Not at 3am when it’s so quiet, so still
Not while waiting for someone
And not when surrounded by strangers

For some
It’s not words they write in notebooks
Or crumpled paper
Or serviettes
That set them free
But it is in the words of others that
They find solace

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