One Hundred and Eighty Three

The one thing I have never doubted

though

is the limit of audio in writing.

There is something about hearing

about listening

there is something about noises and sounds

that words can never capture.

The sound of sobbing. The sound of someone's heart cracking open, the sound of trust being broken, disbelieving gasps and cries of agony, lost in turmoil.

and the sound of love. The smacking of teeth and laughter. Laughter, relaxed and unforced. Smiling, the slipping of top and bottom lips when you can hear the smile on a phone, eyes being pushed together, you can hear them being pushed together.

The sound of trust. Comfortable sighs and unhurried yawns. Fumbling hands and firm grips, and easy bodies and loud agreements of inside jokes and conclusive sounds.

No, words can only capture so much.
I have never doubted this.
Words cannot capture what ears can do.