Short and sweet they are and poignant in nature we are with rhythms that range from words to dance making time worth more than what it takes to put this simple task of writing down. It's now 1046PM and I started these words with the intent of ending it at 1053pm to accomplish something sensible from now. I started making sense when I spoke of rhythm but time isn't necessary for sense to exist so its only sensible to say writing doesn't require much sense, just mouth. Spoken word or sounds made before the rhythm of the vibrations becomes a tune worth jotting nouns. Descriptions of things that make nothing because even without words one notices how much verbs are things that dictate this world. The lion doesn't write, it rooooaaaaaarrs. 1053pm.