Words, words, words
Wing (it) Wednesdays — 1 (Nov 2, 2026)
Can’t be jealous if you haven’t got the numbers
To count all that you don’t have.
Can’t be hurt if you can’t notice it at all,
Can’t identify that cold blue hue in your heart,
Tinged with red at the edges and center.
Can’t be angry if you haven’t got the words
To produce the rules you inherently follow.
Can’t feel anything negative,
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Bring yourself any pain, if you haven’t got those
Words, words, words,
Oh, what a thing they are to behold!
But what am I without these labels?
Do I become an amorphous object, shifting,
Sliding through my life, my being?
These feelings, these words overwhelm me,
Yet I continue to stay attached,
Because they are my basis, the linkage
To the rest of society…unmatched
In strength.
