Meia GeddesI let quiet shape what I say, then realize there is nothing that can be fully said–the reason for gestures and eyes and art. Always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.
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When we speak we always say something, but we don’t always say what is in our mind. We often try to please or express ourselves in ways that we think will be most meaningful, yet often it is not what we want to say. The reason for gestures and eyes and art is that there is always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.
Source: Love Letters To The World
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