words

Actions speak louder than words. A picture is worth 1000 words.... I think that's why words can be so fascinating. You can hide details in them. You can speak whisper and subvert. There is a beauty in the written word that is not there in the spoken word, but the spoken has charms uniquely it's own. Reading, listening are incomplete. There are always gaps to fill in. Conclusions to be drawn, meanings to be found out.

Writing is self gratification in someways. Teasing individual words to wrap around an image, a pure though or emotion and illuminate it. The light cast by words distorts the view. We see what we want, despite the solidity of what's underneath. I can prattle on for pages and ages, each time adding another light, but there will still be shadows. To write, my inflection is lost, sarcasm is transparent, my words are left to your mercy. To read, I imprint myself onto the words. my desires, hopes and dreams taint the purity of the image you try to create for me, for someone, to discover lurking beneath the surface. I can twist things on the page screen into whatever I want them to be. Words of hate become words of honesty. Words of kindness become words of lust. Words to find yourself find me instead. They are out there, in the unreachable, floating on the surface. Meaning ripples back to shore distorted marring my reflection.

Speaking hides. Words dance around one another, distracting me even as I try to focus on them. Like a boxer's feint. I listen to one hand and hear the other. Then the wind is knocked out of me. Chosen carefully, sliding like oil to lubricate the machine of chance, change. I duck but it is too late, your true meaning is through and I am on my back, looking up in awe. When did you come into the ring? Wasn't I alone a moment ago? I use my words to lull you, to wash over you like sweet spring rain bringing up the flowers. They smell so sweet, but they are muddy. Fragrance intoxicates. But the bee hides amongst the stamens. He would sting your nose if you close your eyes and get too close. Better to smell the bouquet of this wine. Drink my voice in... let it warm your soul, you are drunk before you know it. And then you are on your back instead. With me lying beside you.