Etymology. Different from Entomology. Precise, wavering, tentative, strange.... words were all I had. Bold, vivid and so alive. Like a touch, a whisper, the feel of a smile. A hazy watercolour shimmering in front of you, taking you there. Like a toasty blanket wrapped around you, as you listen to them again in your head, making you smile, filling you.
Then, on the flutter of a butterfly's wings, it turns into a mirage. The beautiful words, just so much dust in your mouth. Uni-dimensional marks on a page, like an empty gesture. Looking without seeing. Soulless. Empty. Just words.
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