Never Sent

It was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to fell all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering. A fragment of my universe. A debris of myself. Through these words may you lay down your hand and feel what I have felt. Now send, send them, til' there'll come a day when they'll all run out.