we'd always tell more than what we'd like too, every chosen word, every lapsus, every silence would speak for us better than words, dissecating syllabic associations of sounds, every sweet breath taken in, and breathe out, every little whisper, every thought would talk for us in the alien telegraph. everything that could be said as the exact contrary was closer to the truth of what was, every shout and hidden scales of feelings. hidden. it was like a persistant whisling in the ear. something you'd like to say but that would escape from language. yes words were not precisely needed through the Alien Telegraph...
