every_quiet_deliberation this should be rillian words that i vomit upon you seem to have traveled from far away where contemplation has no voice. i don't ever want to even whisper because i have forgotten language. i can no longer put my thoughts into definition when i look at you. words are symbols, scratches of ink, something the fingers made when they were bored. on paper. it makes no sense. your eyes burn my skin. the smell of rotting flesh follows your moments. but when i look in the mirror all i see is you. 040301 what's it to you? who go blather from