Words

So many times words roll around my mind. Perfect sentences, exact meanings; but that’s where they stop in my mind. Their pedantics tormenting my soul, their lack of voice strangling my mind. In fact at times I have whole conversations in my head. I write the perfect letters, expressing my exact feelings. Sentences I know will never be put on paper, never sent to be read by those for whom they are meant. You see their magic would disappear the minute those words would flow from inside me, through th ink of my pen and were expressed on paper. So they are left mostly unseen and definitely unsaid. Words. Are feelings; and feelings, my feelings, are better left unexpressed, unsaid. I believe words are precious. Even though these days, they have mostly no meaning anymore. People, these days trivialize words. Maybe, because, they are cheap. People make them cheap. It is said that this trivialization of words, has taken out the meanings from so many pleasures, happy and unhappy moments. Whole memories desecrated, and by the common use of those same words we need, in order to express them. Interesting is how, even though so many words have been debauched by common use and lies, people still need to hear them. In many cases even believe them. We live in a world of fools, I guess. Maybe, that is the reason why all of those, who were blessed with the power of words, were in their majority deranged outcasts, uncivilized even, one might argue. They suffered more than anyone else. They were the biggest fools. Many writers, poets as well, were and have been doomed to being ostracized from the inner circles of society; called crazy, persecuted at times, but rarely understood. One could argue that many times this happened because they dared to give shape in their words to illusions, dreams, concerns, expressions and feelings, with which most of the “civilized” upstanding citizens could not deal with. No one likes to be confronted with many of their fears, hopes, dreams and thoughts exposed through words. Because words make them real, and reality is not always real. Books are precious. They are the keepers of words and thus the thoughts of whole civilizations. But that is not just why they are invaluable. They also provide dreams. They make people think or forget. Yes, forget. You may find it strange, but in many cases the words contained between two hard covers can make you forget everything else around and inside you. You can become one of the characters, enjoy their lives and thus forget your own. They may even bring new joys, new hopes and dreams but also fears.