Because words haven't done me any damn good. I'm tired of words, because they are empty and meaningless, because you can just say them with no feeling, or no depth. If words were always necessary, then why did all those ancient humans survive for so many millions of years without it? I'm tired of talking, talking doesn't do me any good anymore. Why don't we dance? We gotta dance to keep from crying - we gotta dance to keep from dying. The touch of your arms mean more to me than a novel, and your lips on mine paint a prettier picture than all the fluffy analogies in the human race. I don't need explanations - I need movement, action, touch, kisses, hugs, or maybe just you sitting besides me, holding me as if we're all we've got left in this existence. I could drown in physical sensations, because they mean so much more than voice. Keep me from dying. Let's just forget about alla that sh*t and be.
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