Odd Walking Thoughts -The Siren of a Generation

You may as well keep your bells, your moments to move, your crushing authority- I can’t hear myself think. I’ve decided to give this all back. This all started when I’d forgotten how to speak. I once was so widely heard, that everything came to pass, and then there was nothing.  Within that nothing came variations of being, and though I still couldn’t talk, I learned to listen. I wanted to ask the darkness if colors could speak for me. The darkness replied by giving back my voice. -M. Taggart


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