spoken words, speaking, talking, voicing, expelled air from the lungs propelled by a large muscle, compression, modulated by the black box that are the vocal chords, since i don't understand how exactly it works, and formed and shaped through delivery by tongue and teeth and lips, and ideas and opinions and values and morals and a little bit of self comes out, escapes, and is captured and listened and heard by friends and families, strangers on a train, possible or future lovers, a deeper conversation, a bartering of soul bits and pieces, paint from the mind and drawn upon the canvas over a dinner table, a kitchen counter, a dashboard. it's been said eyes are the windows to the soul, but why bother looking when you can see more with your ears and mind and understanding?