Words feel like hurt. It creates chaos. It’s loud on my senses and disorienting. Unless, it’s a voice that cares. Care makes words invisible and receivable and pleasant. I want to hide. It’s not just spoken word. It’s also the potential of emergence. It is always banging on the door to my psyche. I Consciously choose calm. This is my choice. I’ve seen everything the culture has to offer and I need no more. Calm.
I don’t like spoken words.
