Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Language of Lovers.
I'm falling deeper in love with words every day... They have this ability to build or break, caress or cloy... devour or destroy. They can show you what a thousand broken smiles, a million tears cannot. They are so easy to use, empty promises so easy to deliver. But they fill the holes in my pores, explain what my heart beat and dry mouth cannot. They have the ability to mend, those words that fit into the folds of your skin, like a lullaby a mother who actually cares would sing her child to sleep. Some words have the ability to change your life, to change the language you use to see the world through.
You fix me daily.
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Words are the air I breathe.
ReplyDeleteI. Love. This.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful
ReplyDeleteI also see words as lovers; I still, somehow, believe in that kind of romance. What I found out, however, was that sometimes, just as with any lover, there is disconnect, there is distance. That I cannot touch words the way I want to.
ReplyDeleteWords are the only things never let me down.
ReplyDeletexox
i agree with margg, words never leave me.
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