Words have a magic of their own, meaning. Watching the cool, blue-gray light-bulb on the nocturnal sky I say the word “moon” and a spell on it is made. Words are the spells we humans give to our surroundings. We try and explain them, making them reasonable and familiar to us; we try and connect to them but in this we confine these objects of description.
[Words have the power of movement, of taking us to other worlds, to other’s minds.]
You say “I dreamed of an infinite hallway of rooms, I standing in the corridor, all the doors partially opened but not fully to see what is inside…”
I say “That is the world of words, eternal, infinite, vast combinations, so many hidden meanings, many rooms of thoughts for interpretation, and the shadow of imagination following your mind to see what is inside them and inside of you.”
You tell me “I fear what is inside. Words of pain, hatred, hypocrisy, lies, it would take me an eternity to find the room where I feel comforted and happiest in, where I can feel like myself. I am too tired of searching, all I find is empty rooms and empty words. I rather not speak of this again. I am confined! I rather be silent for eternity.
[Will words always depend on a voice, someone to speak them? A mind to think of them? Will words ever be free?]
I tell you, “Wait, words have a magic of their own, we humans are the ones who are using them wrongly now. Give back words their true purpose, for true free expression. Open all those doors with your voice. If you are too tired of searching, then why didn’t you speak and defend yourself? This world of Words has infinite possibilities, many pathways to go, words can transform this dream of the eternal corridor of rooms you are trapped in into the place where you want to be in. Fisher, let all those words that you caught while fishing spill out of the river of your mind. Let all those fears be washed away, cleansed with new thoughts, new ideas. Don’t you see, let them flow out of you and run freely like a powerful cascade of thoughts and destroy all the walls that you have constructed in your own mind. Let us, others be the fishers for once, let us catch those words that you desire to free yourself from. Let us catch those words we desire to keep and let go of those we want to forget and leave.”
You exclaim, “Words are deceived by the people who are using them, saying them in hypocrisy, without meaning, for their own gain, without care, without feelings. Words are losing that magic you talk about today; they are tired, meaningless, and this is why I still want to be silent.”
I confess, “I am all those words you are rejecting. Give me back the magic of my existence, my purpose with your Voice. Do not ever confine words, me, into the prison of silence and thoughts. Don’t lock that treasure chest of ideas gained throughout the many years, only because you have suffered from words. Give the ideas light to see, let them blossom out of your mind and to the rest of the world. You, the fisher, are the World, you make it! Give all those brilliant ideas the chance to become Words. Please, liberate me, the words in your mind, and I will liberate you from pain, from that infinite hallway of rooms if you only speak! Speak for both of us!! We both need of each other to live and express ourselves, to be free.”
The Fisher of Words decides to speak and let all the world of words in his mind free saying, “I am free to express myself in this world of words, in this infinite space, in this infinite place. The moon, the sun, the stars, water, earth and all those people that care for me or need of my words and voice, for all of them I will speak and break this prison of silence, this prison of rooms, these thoughts of my mind. I need to tell them ‘I love this world despite the pain, for you I live you are the magic that gives meaning to these words I am speaking.’ I need to tell them that there is still hope for this tired world of words, and I have the answer: Speak! Say what you feel, create the music of feelings with your words, say what you feel without regrets or remorse. This is the true freedom for both us, the world and words.”
-And this is why I write, for the Fisher of Words, the World of Words inside of me, and even if I suffer for speaking out the truth, all the pain will be released and my words and I will be free.
[Words if kept hidden, silent, and running in your mind become tormenting thoughts, nightmares in your mind, that corridor of rooms, of fears, of worries, which leads to destruction of the world inside of you.]
-I am lost in this World of Words, find me, I am there.
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This was a very intriguing inner dialogue about the existence of words and what they can do to us and for us. I, being of the philosophical nature, always enjoy a deep discussion, so this one interested me greatly. Words are dangerous and beautiful, usually at the same time. I like how you depicted them. Try to write a shorter poem with this subject, since you obviously have a lot to say, thanks for sharing. =)
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome! I will try, thanks for enjoying it, even if long.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest I feel a bit dissapointed of myself. I can't even write a short type poem...but I guess I love going into things really alot, excessively I suppose, and I don't know any other way. Thanks for your critisism though. I appreciate it! Yes, I love philosophy alot, and thinking about everything in life, sometimes I think too much...
ReplyDeletebut yet I love thinking excessively. I will try some other way, it will be hard for me. But I won't give up!
ReplyDeleteI guess english being my second language is really a barrier...
ReplyDeleteam not too fluent to find the perfect words to everything, explaining it all in one word.
ReplyDeleteBut I won't give up :) Thanks Mario! Am sorry for this, absolutely pointless on my part. Depression won't solve anything. Only actions :)
ReplyDeleteWe all have our slumps. But the next day always seems brighter. Remember what makes you happy and keep it in your mind, you will be alright =)
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