Lenguage can be such a confusing and odd realm where our certanties meet with the unknown and flirts with the unthinkable. Because what can we do with that which we think, but cannot express, as ineffable as they are at the momment, or forever?
Lenguage can be such a confusing and odd realm where our certanties meet with the unknown and flirts with the unthinkable. Because what can we do with that which we think, but cannot express, as ineffable as they are at the momment, or forever?
RE: "Love/Loved" (Original poem by @dagger212)