Choking, Words, the Heart

Yes, I choked! The consumption of necessities brought me to the point where I realized that I was consuming. Oh, if only I had choked for a more extensive period of time. If that had happened, maybe I would not have been involved in scenarios of vocab induced affliction. But truly, it is not the words which I spoke that I grieve over - at least, not the words in and of themselves. Words are simply arrangements of inanimate symbols. They are simply channels which greater forces work through. Words are audible pieces of the heart. My heart is the problem and my heart is choking. How is that for a glorified pleonasm?