intangible love

I love words and everything that they capture.

The way they can invite you into some one's mind and divulge all their thoughts.
The way they can unlock a heart, and reveal all it's secrets.


I love their sound.
I love how they can twist a face when spoken in the perfect combination.
The way they can translate tears into feelings to communicate a voiceless pain.

The way we giggle when someone pronounces them differently than we do.

I love their simplicity and their complexity.
Their range from intimacy to anger.

I love that they can be revised and edited to ask for forgiveness.

It's amazing that they can offer us the ability of a borrowed perspective;
to explain the way that your eyes and heart see the world that might teach me something about the way that mine do.

I love their power and their weakness.
I love them scribbled in a card or sung along lyrically.

They can express, create, define, and redefine all the wonder in the world.

I carry my words. I empty them in one of dozens of journals.
But recently, I've been falling in love with them...all.over.again.