if I knew what seasons felt like,
fall’s probably you,
just everything about it fascinates me;
and if I could dress up in layers of fall clothes,
scarves would probably be you
cause they’re my favourite-
they make you incredibly warm,
and you could just cozy up on it;
and if I were to ever like cinnamon,
it would probably be because of you,
for it would be impossible to not like cinnamon,
when I've shared cinnamon kisses with you.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
i pity words
because words try
they try to communicate in the most intimate way possible
having all these different words pertaining to different degrees of emotions, feelings.
And by having different genres,
like being descriptive, scientific, or conversational,
but it’s always unto the ability of two people:
the conveyor,
if the words would come off strong, or strong enough
or nonchalant, or nonchalant enough
and
the receptor,
if the words are to be processed, understood, wholeheartedly
or to come in one way and out the other
and it’s always different.
you see,
words try, but they’re a medium,
and there are other avenues of expressing ones emotions,
those of which are underlying,
which can’t be articulated.
when you speak words,
it contains tone, diction, and emphasis,
which printed words try to mimic
by various styles like
italics, bold, or underlines,
but they can never quite imitate
shifting eyes, twitches
the waver in your voice, it’s depth,
you, running your hand through your hair,
or having fidgety fingers,
and your legs never seem to stop shaking.
All of this steals the spotlight off of words,
and I wonder, what do all of these things mean?
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC