There is only so much time that one should put into learning themselves

because a day will come when all you will have is yourself. You will be bored.

You will be stranded in the darkness of your own subconscious where all words sound the same,

and company in yourself will be impossible to afford

because you wasted all of your time. The blessing of your vessel

is being able to communicate with others and learn a part of them.

Their tones differ, their connotation, syntax, thesis.

Their entire meaning and more is completely separate from that of the voice in your head.

Things can only be said so many times before they lose meaning.

Whether it be phrases of affection or apologies, their value depletes.

Your vessel can change the way they are said, how they sound.

Words become soulful beings themselves when they escape your lips,

no longer monotonous nonsense crafted in attempt to organize thoughts.

I ask that you spare a passing vessel your time. You haven't any use for it presently,

so I beg of you.

Give me your undivided attention and learn me.

*3:07 am. 9 April 2020. A Thursday.*