Written words. Just ink on paper. How can words, that same ink on paper, mean so much? Reading a note from a lover, or past lover, over and over again, we start to analyze every word. Every letter. Every dot of the "i" and cross of the "t." We put more meaning into words than their ever was meant to be, and we try to find more meaning in them than they can hold.
Words are like sponges. Some can be more saturated than others. Some words have more meaning than others. Words have a saturation level just like sponges. They only hold a certain level of meaning, and then they are full. They can't hold anymore, no matter how hard we try to force them too. And words, just like sponges, choke us. If we try to eat them, if we try to take back what we said, we choke. We scream and cry and choke.
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