empathy without memory is how cycles repeat

I can hear sounds. I can hear music. I can hear laughter. I can hear everything in my inner ear,  But I cannot experience the inner sound of language. I cannot speak any language in my head. If I have an inner voice,  It is an infant. A baby who experiences the world around them so vividly, But cannot express or even begin to fathom the words she needs to use. She can see everything in front of her, Hear everything in front of her, And knows how she feels about the things in

If I had the liberty to do any naughty wrong or not-allowed thing, I would seek out that which fulfilled the hedonism that surely plagues us all. To bathe for too long or bake for dinner for too many nights in a row. Seeking the pleasures that we’ve all deemed naughty that we hide the fact that we’ve done them when truly – Have we done anything wrong?

Inspired by Ari Aster’s Hereditary Heal Your Wounds Before the Diseased Fruit Falls Beyond the Tree

You raise your nose at me in the wake of victory, and choose to wear defiance, And yet, your rebellion is my favorite performance. An Excerpt from “The Devil’s Game” By Marti A. Silent