untitled, for reasons

there are so many words that i want to tuck under a blanket and keep them forever. it makes me sad that i will forget most. i think that’s what writers mean when they say there are too many words. this fear of forgetting the existence of words is palpable. you take a bite and then another and you hope that you can swallow the darkness and excrete it. that’s how human bodies are supposed to work. you forget that it can seep through your cells and flow with the blood to every single part of your body until you can no longer separate it from all that is necessary. you think of the carnival you went to at the age of seven. you remember how brutally he marked his words on her face behind the tent of the circus, there wasn’t enough makeup in the world to cover up those scars. too much resonates with you. so forgetting those words is the wisest thing to do.