words create worlds
It’s not about controlling the thoughts that appear in our mind. It’s about watching them and their effects on our mood. Becoming attached to anything is a choice, a conscious one. But, we so rarely are truly conscious of what is happening in and not to our body. Every word has its own frequency. Its
Impeccable silk walking through the carbon cars aligned in static red at traffic lights, Chekhovian silhouette veiled in a cream-colored-blouse, a seagull’s flight over the cities’ web of wires and withered flowers offered for a coin. A surreal flash dove through my trembled flesh. How could I know you hid under her furrowed skin the
A twisted careless thought curled back into the middle of my mind. An accidental consequence of someone else’s solid truth, a radiant silent reply, a whirling wind, the dust of scattered memories brought up. I wish I could have held it – a kite I’d never flown. I wish I could have kept it out
Worlds of Words 