Monologue

attemptstowrite:

I know my thoughts are nothing
more than a reflection of sound,
acoustics in the silence,
echoes that bounce back to me.

I know my thoughts are nothing
more than sentences stuttered,
words clumsily strung together,
awkward alphabets.

So these thoughts
I will not speak nor write
because they mean so little
and you mean too much
for them to ever be enough.

Monologue, Eleanor J. Ong

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"I was quiet, but I was not blind."
Fanny Price, Mansfield Park (Jane Austen)