Living in the comfortable space of
a known universe,
words my place of birth taught me,
to make myself understood.
being understood is not the same thing
as being felt,
being touched by an existence that
doesn’t need sound.
Just a bond of souls.
But then again,
I am a faithless human being.
My words are all I have.
I can only try and
make them mean more than
a few characters set together
hoping they touch anything other
than the medium they’ve been written on.