LOVE AND HATE

Sometimes I hate you, (written/spoken) language. So narrow and simple with it’s rules and limitations – the grammatical as well as the social. A system made by mankind, behaving, restrained and under control; not like this, but like that; with words and letters properly picked and arranged within the tightness of ordinarity; far too few words! for all what needs to be said, not enough for all the emotions which need to get the hell out, but just enough to keep me alive. As if you wanted to lock me up in your barriers and get me myself, my mind and soul under control. So often I just want to getaway from you. But I can’t.