Words Don’t Exist
By Christopher Munroe
I have no words.
I mean, obviously I have words, I talk constantly. The sound of my voice is among the most soothing things that I’ve found in this world and it’s something I come back to time and time again to fill the gaping void that exists at the center of my life.
Seriously: I love, love, LOVE listening to myself.
What I mean is, in this specific circumstance, no words exist to properly express the magnitude of what’s going on.
It’s utterly beyond comprehension. I can’t even begin to describe it…
So, yeah. This circumstance.
Am I right?
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