run on a high,
crawl on a low.
i only noticed how annoyingly chirpy i am today when i had to write a work email and couldn't keep my tone remotely serious.
there's a joy you can float within. it's a very silent space. and sometimes you need words to come aware that you've been floating in that space. as much as silence is an experience necessary to touch intangible dimensions within, so are words.
otherwise, why would they exist?
i wish i could share my joy. i wish i could extend it to those who live in its lack. i wish silence or words were enough.
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