Ah, Siblings

This strip features my ghost boy Timothy, and introduces his sister, Gabriella.

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What Language Can’t Say

Feelings

can’t be measured or quantified

like color

or mass

or sound.

They don’t translate to words.

How am I feeling?

Dissassembled,

Alive,

Something.

*

Lindenberg said

that poetry

doesn’t happen

cuz of something we want

to say,

it happens

because we can’t say something.

Language

is inadequate

to contain the deepest pieces

of a human soul.

Poetry tries

to say the things

language never found words for.

*

Lewis said

there’s a speech

at the center of everyone’s soul

that we spend our lives

trying to say.

I wonder

can language hold that speech?

can a drawing or poem say it?

Or will my speech remain

in the deepest parts of myself,

unspoken,

unseen,

alone?

I am trying to say something.

I always have been.

I don’t know what it is.