Words

21-02

Same class, same teacher, differente exercise.
The teacher says a word and we must write a 5 minute text without thinking, basically.
I liked a text I wrote about the word "word".
So here he goes a 5 minute text with my mind blowing (in english!)


I have nothing to say. Everything I'm feeling right now, can't be described by any art men had invited until today. All this emptyness and noise I have inside of me, you couldn't understand and I couldn't explain it to you. A lot of things in the world are best left unsaid, but there is way more things in the world that can't be said because our language is too limited for it, or maybe our soul. There are a lot of status we don't know yet. We have sadness and happiness. That's easy to explain, we think. But what about the million other feelings and sensations that cross to our body? I can't explain it. I couldn't paint these feeling, I couldn't dance my body out or screaming in seven languages, but you couldn't yet understand. And I can't understand you. You are an eternal stranger to me. I can't know you because what I say could never transmit how I feel or what I think about you. We, humans, we, eternal strangers to ourselves and others. I only talk so I can fill my loneliness. Isn't that all about? Fill our lonely condition. That we born and die alone. That we are individuals. And we spent our life hugging, touching, talking with others to forget our condition as human beings. But is that enough?