#NaPoWriMo Broken wind chimes in my throat that sway as I speak, tonight, albeit making broken sounds. The winds can never contain. All they ever know is to carry. Unlike the chimes that sway, which neither contain nor carry, but merely sway into each other. The words I speak therefore, are but broken tunes of a chime. But the words I write, my friend, are my broken verses of a rhyme. Unlike the chimes, my verses rhyme not with each other, but with what you want to see. My broken verses make not shambles of a broken mirror, and thereby, not a broken image. My verses are broken because I'd like for you to read between those shards and fill em up with what you want to see, not what I want you to see. I shall not speak because the broken tunes of my chimes shall speak of me and not you. I shall only write because my broken verses can hold you unlike my broken spoken words. Broken verses speak louder than broken chimes. #napowrimo #brokenwindchimes
