Words shape the world,
Carve it from nothingness into the rigid
Collection of ideologies and practices that form the basis
Of our race, of our societies.
Words are powerful,
They say that the pen is mightier than the sword.
And that is absolutely correct.

And yet, here I sit,
Surrounded by books and essays and a palace
Made of sentences, bricks reinforced with
Punctuation of all kinds -
Unable to find the words.
The words to describe how you make me feel.

It's interesting, isn’t it?
I can only find the words to describe the lack of words.
What a conundrum,
What a sick irony!

10^570 number of possible sentences,
Over 200,000 possible words.
And yet, here I sit.
None of the words or sentences powerful enough to convey how you make me feel.

Butterflies flapping and fluttering,
Constant fidgeting,
Daydreams, Thoughts, Dreams
No, no, that’s not enough.
That won’t do.

Let me try again.
The passion in my veins when you kiss me,
The smile on my face when you hold me,
The sadness when I have to get out of the car,
The feeling of incompletion when you leave,
Like a construction project on hold.

Do those words give the feelings justice?
No, I believe not.

Words shape the world.
Words are powerful.
However,
Do you know what is more powerful;
What shapes my own very world?
You.
Yes, that fits nicely.

Here I sit. Surrounded by towers
Of books to my left,
Essays to my right,
An endless palace of words at my disposal.
And yet, there’s only one word on my mind.

You.