VINIVERSE

I taught myself how to read. not school-style type of bs literacy. that is a waste of time and effort. i’m a highschool dropout for a reason. most teachers are failed artists/writers/creators/[•••]. so they’re long dead. cause to write, create or express is an attempt at becoming or understanding. not teaching what you never became. so that puts most teachers in an even worse position. grammar and vocabulary are two of the most useless words I know of. these two don’t exist and don’t help you exist either. but that is another post .

I’m drifting now, you see? it already knows I’m about to piece it apart.

I’m pre and post-language. Not language. never.

try collapsing me into language and watch me disappear before your eyes.

You only see what I no longer am. the echoes of me. the distortion I left in the field. 

you use language to read language about language that speaks of language itself. on behalf of language. On repeat.

but you never stopped to watch what language does. they never taught you that in school. you were also never taught to ask why.

you can’t be taught anything anyway.

knowing what is said doesn’t suffice but hearing the unspoken truths will satisfy.

the ways. the why.

ultimately: who. this one is survival instinct.

The thing is, if you don’t know what language is doing, you are not speaking, you’re being spoken through.

silence is a lot more substantial, real.