Yet I loved words, I loved to gnaw on them before I knew what they meant, to mix them into my meals and sometimes swallow them whole like so many profane Hosts.
But words were always the timeline in my worlds...the approbation of my soul born amongst multiple hues.
I enjoyed chewing on them, letting the flow merge into my soul, and create ripples of feelings. I let words define me, and I hope somewhere, i would define them too.
I sit on the edge, teetering on the precipitate of meaning. Sometimes I long to hold on to the world, the layered spaces between meaning, the gaps left between conversations...and other times, well, most times, I love words.
They can enable, they can cripple. They can simulate, they can redeem. They can shame, they can liberate. The immense power hidden in the potential of these innocuous vowels and consonants...well, they make my heart sing with wonder. Words can hide truth and reveal lies, they can bubble forth with generous sprinklings of humour, they can tease, and they can playfully release the child within. They can endear and they can endure; there may be worlds to conquer, but for now, let's just have words.
I sprinkle dollops of my existence with the contagious magic of these words, waiting to delve into the re-imagined world with armed resources—resources of the mind, the heart, and the soul. I sit on the edge of my blank canvas, painting with my pen, painting pictures in the tangible alphabet, which never ceases to thaw my senses and make me align with the universe.
Somewhere, we are all trying so hard to just survive, be human, be understand and be understood. We crave different things in life, we crave fun and romance, but we also crave solitude and compassion. Our paradoxical natures have rippled out into different directions, but what remains is, the bond connecting humanity with eternity. Maybe we can all partake of this magic by celebrating the little things more closely enough, more perceptively, and by savouring more deeply of the sweet language which ties us together and builds us up, inch by inch, measure for measure.