Wednesday, January 26, 2011

“The Silence Of Footprints Is Eloquent.” Taz Mopula

As a young person I was shy and spoke rarely.

Manic Depression cracked my veneer.

Words escaped with the urgency of terrified tenants fleeing a burning building.

In time I refined speech into an art form, talking became indistinguishable from entertaining.

Now I let my actions do the talking for me.

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