Words

Words can be thrown, aimed, or dropped, some with intent and sometimes just to see where they land. Often vulnerable words are tossed in the air, just to see who may catch them. Will they hear them, use them, respect them, love them, reject them, or embrace them? Words often treated with such fleeting respect as to have most fall upon the ground in the torn and treaded netherworld's of forgotten emotional packages kicked and broken without so much as a second skip in ones step. The smallest emotions, hopes, dreams, loves we try to pack into the most primitive of sounds and noises combined to attempt to project the desires and guttural feelings that build from within. Is there a path of more direct truth or path of raw being? Can we say more without words? With a look, smile, touch or even something as basic as the way we breath tell more stories than the deepest most profane stings of uncensored unbridled words and phrases. Why are they so hard to find sometimes, so hard to say, even difficult to find the truest of truths with? When those most vulnerable, soul searched moments, are sent into the air what happens while we wait for them to fall? While we Wait for them to be caught and cradled with the care and sincerity it took for us to find them. Is it scarier to accept someone’s heart or to give your own? When will this curiosity, questioning, wonder, anticipation, be acted upon, and all put into place, created, pursued, guided, to find that moment that can only be found with no words, to express that of which can only be shown, felt, understood without words. Perhaps…I have said too much.