Tuesday, April 14, 2015

With words, I fell in love...

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words.

Words, for him were more real than I. And this a story of the man who fell in love with my words. I have had a few compliments for my writing but no one compared to the way he put his words in his sentences that made me feel euphoric. I tell you, he was writer of his own in his paragraphs of words put together that made my cheecks flush red. Every word we exchanged was an explosion of it's own that felt like it formed another galaxy of it's own. My words, his words we created a story of our own.

He had a flair of his own kind in his use of his words that made my soul shiver. Every single kind words of compliment he threw my way, I went head over heels to catch them. He had swept my feet of the ground even before I had the chance to realize it. The ground I was standing on seem to dissappear. My universe limited to the lenght of his arms wrapped around my body. My sun become the warmth he provided. His eyes became the only stars I watched and wished upon. He became my home, my universe and every words I penned. He became my muse and I his.

But he was whore for words; words beautifully knitted into stories that kept him amused. Like whore to bodies, his transaction of words didn't limit to me. I was just another book he cherished in his shelves.

Then I felt, that I had given away my whole soul to some one who treated it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.

And now, there's a new a boy in town who whispers to the stars. Who's words do not fit the vocabulary of any kind. His words come as real as they are for his words are not mere words spoken, his words are hidden in his actions. And I'm in love with his words again!

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