XLVII

Sometimes I think pictures matter more. Sometimes I think words. We see images, and colours, and vibrancy and life and moving colour. But we hear and say and write and record words. And sounds. Our tongues form vowels and we practice assonance and we do but we don’t know how to talk and those are the special moments where words are better. But go outside, taste the air, see the sky and the salt and the sun and silence or the sounds and that is the something that sometimes pictures can portray. But only sometimes. Words are only sometimes too, I suppose. Maybe that’s why I need both. Both these sometimes things when placed together make a little less sometimes and a little more always. And always is what I always want. Always is the way you make me feel, the way you make me laugh, the way you make me love. Always is the pitter-patter of rain on dirty glass and the salty air blowing my hair up and hugs and kisses and affection and tears of joy sorrow gladness frustration humility. Always things are not words or pictures but life and moments. But sometimes I like words. And sometimes I like pictures.

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