On a ground littered with discarded words
Aimless speech we spew
While our ears are idle appendages
Talk to, talk at, talk over, talk out, talk about.

But do we ever really speak?

Maybe.
Maybe silence isn't golden.
And maybe nothing is harmless.
And perhaps nothing, itself,
Is most harmful of all.

02/22/2009

Posted on 02/22/2009
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