There is this sound that is spoken. If you listen closely, there is a subtle space between, like a rhythm unseen. So in this language, I will speak. I will reach deep into the dark places of all the indeterminacy that imprison me. These shackles restrict and seek to conquer me. But my words are mighty. I speak with the sounds of my heart. Boom-tick-boom-tick? This is my language of love. Watch my language as my body fuels the beat. Moving and twisting with a rhythm: one, two, three… as I march to this beat and I realize that I am most powerful when I speak! With my language, and with the words that I know: A, B, C… each letter takes shape, takes form; this is what writing is for.

30/30 Challenge 

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