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I read and I hear many words
but too often those words are not but mere careless words.

I live for when the words mean something more.
I live for when the words tickle my tongue as I speak them.
I live for when the words perk up my ears as I hear them.
I live for when the words leap off the pages to hug my eyes.
I live for when the words take the hand of my brain for a dance in my cranial ballroom.
I live for when the words lift my body upon their wings and soar through the soul of the universe.

Those are the rare occasions that define life,
and as the words fritter away into the withering of time,
they leave me with the desire to join them.

You are the only human on Earth
who speaks with only the meaningful
and I must sit here and listen
as each word,
each last attempt of life,
forces itself through your vocal cords
until all that remains is death.