I say I’m bilingual

but to be honest with you,

I forget all language,

it simply slips through

my fingertips, like sand.

It reaches my tongue

but crashes down

without making a vibration

or merely a sound.

How come my body can feel something so deeply

yet no words can define it sufficiently.

By moulding it into form I kill the force of it

the power

the strength

the liveliness.

I make a mockery of the complexity of it.

Reducing it in size and magnitude.

Maybe

the experience is worth sacrificing all

including language itself?