The secret life of words
by Hazel (Dancing Rivers) Phillips-Dube Aug 23, 2022
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The best gift is receiving a book. Not new or old. Just a book. A book that maybe is new but it's copy was read by someone and it touched them and they thought "...would feel this story." A book so old the pages are brown, it smells of years of being cried on, you'll find squashed bugs and tear trails and fingerprints from hands that trembled as they licked the last chocolate from their fingertips before turning the page, heart pounding ears ringing sweat dripping off their faces as they find out what happens next. Yes... the greatest gift is sharing your soul with words. Words are immortal because years after you fade away someone, somewhere will read your diary or the book you gave a loved one and a silent tear of joy or sorrow will slide down their cheek to add more power to the spirit of the words that immortalised your very essence. Words tear you asunder and spill your blood sweat and tears before greedily lapping them up into their ink. Eternally holding the very essence of you. And when that page turns, every word trembles lustily, waiting for the thrill of another giggle slipping from your lips, another tear climbing out your eye, another sob, another shock. And those words hold their bowls up with glee, dragging you into a world you'll never forget, a world that will never forget you either. Words know your scent, your touch. Words know when you're aching with need as you feel their erotic rhythm. Words know exactly how to stab your soul with fear as you run for your life before the killer gets you. Words wait for you at the top of the tower on the highest mountain, trembling in hope you will rescue them with a caress or a kiss. Words love you more than you will ever understand and will remember you long after you're dead. |
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2 years ago
by BOB GALLO
I like your worlds. You always bring fresh perspective and are original. I Miss you a lot.
Yes Hazel, words are magical. In general, consciousness could not live or form without them. (Only awareness is possible without the words.) Words without human have no existence.
Being concepts is only the word's general magic, but in the hand of an artist , an architect of thoughts or imageries, where there are no space, no limitation, in that omnipresence, one could fit all his/her dreams, marble castles and occult oases, one could fit all the milky way, like a ballerina statuette, in a small musicbox . There, one would never go out of room. Words are general but in the hands of handful individuals they really become bewitchment. You can create your magic world with them word by word. Yes words are solid, but they are so dreamy too.
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