text Soma what you wrote didn't matter it was about what you said with those words it was about what I read in your writing communication always feels so painful I am stripping away letter after letter finding an exposed alphabet of you who placed this language in your heart? who forced that word upon my tongue? who placed such scripts beneath our hands? who strung these failing bodies between us? Your mocking visage gives me no reply Your faded texts hold no relief Just the memory of a possibility That will live forever out of reach 231025 what's it to you? who go blather from