When you open your lips apart, your words are not at all just arbitrary letters and syllables, organized semantics, structured morphology, not even rhymes nor codas.

It is something else.

An everlasting euphony when my most liked tune is being played.

An enchanting tang of fragrance and chilling sensation brought by raindrops from the firmament.

A comforting sense of delight when conversing with a friend.

A fairytale of happy ever ending, a denouement of impossibility and realism all at once.

Your words are something else. Not a system, but its function. Its effect and intention.

A series of comprehension that only you can speak, an intricate story of two prince and princess whose kingdoms will never meet.








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