a veriest sorrow #1
To those that know not nor appreciate words, sentence, and structure, laying abandoned on the isle of limited vocabulary. Their minds a wine without vessel to store, apportion, and appreciate. Stead, destined to evaporate in a solitary corner of time and space, never knowing what it is to be served, savored, or stimulated. Grasping to capture their world in a faulty net sewn from the quotes of mouths not their own. Semantic slaves. Subjugated in an isolated world of the ideas, rules, restrictions, and repressions of others. Lone and lost, like prisoners trapped with a a life sentence in the solitary cell of self.
2 months ago