Perhaps there are too many words for too little thoughts.
Or perhaps, too many thoughts and not enough words.
Whatever the predicament, there is some sort of gaping hole.
The dark hole is yearning to be filled. It needs light.
The kind of light that is made of people, and love, and moments.
Not the kind of light that comes from the material world.
Words and thoughts, thoughts and words.
They are all we have, but neither are enough.
Or perhaps, too many thoughts and not enough words.
Whatever the predicament, there is some sort of gaping hole.
The dark hole is yearning to be filled. It needs light.
The kind of light that is made of people, and love, and moments.
Not the kind of light that comes from the material world.
Words and thoughts, thoughts and words.
They are all we have, but neither are enough.
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