Expression precludes expression.

Expression takes many forms, all of which are limited, each of which is best suited for a particular function. These different forms of expression being insufficient alone, are best combined; the strength of one being the covering of the ashiri of the other.

This lends expression some power, but it is still not enough.

How does one express why he feels the need to express? How does one show that he desires to be an open, truthful book to the whole world, yet he constantly deceives the one who birthed him?

How does he show her that he does not revere what she does? How do you paint such a picture while still managing to convince her that she didn’t fail?

How does one sing the song of truth to those he’s being intimate with? A tune that conveys care, a care that’s true but not as intense as they want. How does one explain that he does not want ownership in any direction without the song becoming poignant?

How does one show another that in the time it took to become a passing acquaintance, he fell? Not a fast, unaware fall but a well thought out intentional one. How does one explain that it being intentional does not preclude it from being inevitable? How does he convey that there exists a powerful desire but an equally powerful patience? That there’s an inexplicable need for everything but at the same time a calm contentment? How do you construct such a poem?

He knows but he knows not. He’s confused but he has never been surer. He’s insanely restless but finds peace in it.

How does he convey the entirety of that without dwelling too much or too little on each aspect? How does he show that each aspect is different and separate from the other but they’re all one and the same?

How does one act out such a play?