Words are a refuge, written and spoken.
Language is a haven – you can hide and reveal as you wish.
Body language, spoken language.
Tell me, show me, let me know what you want from me.
Let me read you. Read me.
I can’t hear you properly.
The distance between my ears and my heart is long and misty.
My ears don’t work very well.
Paint a full picture for me, else your message will get lost.
It will circle the fogs of my mind, lingering in my throat, expanding my lungs,
Getting lost and twisted up until nothing is left
But meaningless words.
Look at me. Touch me. Move with me.
Leave no doubt about the message.
Provide the annotations and close readings.
No room for interpretation here.
Read me. Let me read you.