The absence of my friends was a blessing in disguise. It gave me the opportunity to immerse myself deeper into this secret language without being caught.
The more I read, the more it all made sense.
Letters became words when they were used in different gestures or were part of a motion. Sentences were reduced to the bare minimum, to the point they were barely sentences. It all seemed crude and raw, and yet, there was an elegance to all of it. The way everything strung together, how certain combinations of words became something else. It all made sense.
The more I practiced in the mirror, the less awkward I felt about the excessive expressions and gestures. It was an honest language, one that didn’t have room for hidden meanings or ambiguous sentences. There were no flowery expressions o
