I write a poem, a sentence, a story. Do I write for me or you?
The words flow with the thoughts and then I just go with the flow.
Some people are very good at manipulating the truth. Based on the words they choose, the passion they exude and so on, they can twist things around and make the unacceptable acceptable.
But, they are words, words to listen to, to guide us or to just put a smile on our faces.
The story starts there! Your words, my words, the most wondrous invention humanity has giving itself.
I find that I loose myself into words, and then I’m somewhere in the past, the future or in a world I want to write about.
And yet there’s old saying:
” It takes 2 years to learn to speak and 50 to learn silence ”
Silence even in words is the epitome of writing words!
Like sweetness is hidden in words, eyes, smiles.
I am not made of sweetness, but I’ll write it down.
It’s written on the hands, on tears.
A person ‘s mind is powerful. We can invent, create and destroy everything with words.
There’s is no greater agony, than bearing an untold story inside of you.