Words

Words by themselves are powerless and weak, only given the power we ration out. But even then that's a misconception isn't it? After all without words, where would be? What you read before you would cease to exist, and the thoughts you let swirl around in your mind so easily would disappear alongside knowledge and history, love and pain, hate and pleasure, because after all, these are just words. We can say that the dropping of hearts, and the falling of tears are sadness, that the skipping of beats and my pounding feet as I try to find you are signs of love, but in the end these thoughts would cease to be without words. But words themselves are tricky things to master. In fact, maybe the notion on mastery when it comes to words is silly in itself. We so freely give meaning to sounds and intonation, but these change from person to person, continent to continent, one words joy, can be a response in sorrow, and like wise, the moment we give birth to words, its as if we chose to play withthe minds of every single human on earth at the same time. I dream in music, and breath in rhythm, dance in my mind, but all of these become known to you as I string these simple words together. Isn't it amazing? The power of thoughts, the power of speech, the strength of music, and the legitimacy of story are all made of a seemingly high chance of sound association.

Madness. The minute we agreed upon the meaning behind the word madness became the instance in which it would be exploited to describe the power and depth of the human soul. People could go their whole life, never taking the time to understand the importance of madness in their daily lives, but that doesn't mean it exists. But to tell someone of it, would risk the chance of misunderstandings. After all, this is the great equalizer of language. We as humans don't have the key to all languages, just like we don't have the keys to all the questions we've ever asked. (To Be Cont.)