“A pointed word, once it is spoken or written, cannot be cut away with an axe.”
– Nikolai Gogol in Dead Souls
“A pointed word, once it is spoken or written, cannot be cut away with an axe.”
– Nikolai Gogol in Dead Souls
All I have are words now words are all I need typed, texted, scribbled out dribbled out of me. Pleading words, asking, begging verbal therapy Waiting on reply, words Words said absently Words poured out in fire through the scribes of centuries Both comfort and question me yet remains to be seen.. Do I have the words or do they possess me?