There is a long, dark well and at the bottom lies a million words and phrases that have never been said or paired together, it is a wellspring of thought and form, it is a natural deposit of untouched visuals and emotion.

It haunts us as we can only gather bits and pieces and as we carry them to the light of day to express them, sometimes they get lost in transport or they don’t come out right.

We climb down the well and from the sides and bottom we scrape and grab, we collect and mine, we do all we can to harvest the words of which we try and make a living.
We stake a claim and hope its not too close to anyone else’s claim, there no allowances when words are in the mix, theft of thought is theft of a high order.

We sweat, we bleed, we slam our heads and hearts against the well and look up to the sky, but we now we can’t return yet. We cant return until we have our piece, until we have a enough to make the lack of sleep, the lack of food, the lack of interaction worth it.
The take must outway the work, the effort must always be smaller than the reward.

Sometimes that’s easy, sometimes we strike a vein and follow the trail of thought and words until we drain it dry, on those days the work is small compared to the reward, the reverse is that sometimes we will sit in hours and weeks in the word pit, sifting through pebbles and thought trying to salvage something, trying to show something for our efforts.

The word pit has been and always will be, they can be found in every country, in every heart break, in every coming of age, romance, death, tragedy, comedy, in every story or event, every person has a word pit that they can climb into it and all it requires are some proper tools and the right skill set.

Caution for the gas won’t **** you, you needn’t a canary for this pit, however you will need to be mindful of yourself, be aware of your actions and be aware of what you handle and reveal, the power of words has prompted people to take radical action, it has prompted lies and sin, it has prompted fear and envy.

Words have as much power as the induvial would allow them, some inspire, some create, some work and drive because of them, so be mindful of the words and how they are presented;
For when you delve into the word pit, you are no longer just a person with thoughts- you become a person with the power to express those thoughts in such a way that they can far reach the seas and mountain tops- and in that journey, in that power of range, ideas can become so much more.

It starts in the well.