monkey no speak
January 22nd, 2006i just came out of a terrible tonsilitis and glotis edema that left me speechless for a couple of days.
biy, at the beginning it was like drowning! i felt i couldn’t breathe since i couldn’t speak.
but then, something amazing happened. i started to listen. i started to disregarding many comments as really innecessary even having my voice back. i realise i oftentimes don’t want to say what i say, and oftentimes i rather should.
i felt fresh, and swollen inside.
now i can talk back. and i’m doing it fiercely. why? cuz i can? boy, am i really that superficial or what?
then i guess part of our culture is based on language as a self-expressive channel for communicating ourselves to the world, at the same time making the communication, the message a part of our oneness, of who we are, as if the expression was the self itself.
(back to pixies, i love to sing and i really missed that!)