A Quite Reflection- of Me.
An Ode, to myself- you can agree or not, it is your choice.Words are free in the sense that we do not pay money to use them. We each may use as many or as few as we desire, no lifetime limits, deciding how much of our inner selves we wish to reveal to others in our frail efforts to communicate; slivers of the demons and angels residing inside shoved out into the light, seeking understanding, salvation, absolution, to salve our wounds, to assuage loneliness. In person, I often speak. Conversations flow past me and I process them, however, I find I spend too much time lost in eddies of words; quietly trying to peel the strata of what was said from what was meant, from what is thought, from what is felt. Those close to me know it often appears I'm not paying attention but I am, a depth of interest my body language is unable to convey while words wash over me, drowning in another's thoughts at the expense of my own.
Words are alive. They have meaning far more than the words themselves. They reveal the character of people, and how they play with semantics and syntax intrigues me.
Much of what is written here I would never say aloud, couldn't say aloud as there wouldn't be enough breath in my body to get it all out, only my fingers on keys able to keep pace.I feel like I've used a lot of words, here in this place, maybe too many. T
hey are free but they still took a toll, written and read.
All I know now is I feel like I've used enough words and there's nothing left for me to say.
Thank you for listening. Please take care.
posted by Monica @ 4:24 PM
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