Punctuation

No Common Cognate

Subconsciously, I must have turned every emotion aside so more of me could toil about in my everyday chaos.

There's so much moving, so much motion, leaving little room for emotion.

I grew so distracted by life's endless turning that I didn't have enough time to dissect the bottled up emotions within me.

And then...when everything slowed down, I felt it all so much. It was almost impossible to hold it, to define it, to describe it to anyone...even to myself.

Suddenly, I was speaking a foreign language to the people living my life with me. I used pictures, gestures, everything alike to Raymond Carver's concept of Cathedrals.

There is no translation though, no common cognate.