speak

I’ve found there is something about the written word that expresses what cannot be said. I do not find that I am able to say what I need to say or express my feelings except through the poorly written words I manage to get down on paper.

Once they are written, however, they mean nothing.

No, the words are not valid until they are spoken. 

The sound of the words makes them true. Every breath and every note rings with the vibrations of life; truth that is now solidified in the air. They become the heartbeat, the very breath of all living things. 

The heartbeat then becomes so loud that it consumes all logic. But it should not be feared because it is already written, the logic is there, the emotion has just temporarily made you lose sight.  

The very sound of the words makes them exist. 

A chain reaction: one cannot be without the other. Together they are both true, and separate they are both false. Words and sound. 

From heart to heart they travel, whispering truths of beauty and anguish and pain and happiness. Magic?

And slowly 

all 

        things 

                               trickle 

                                         away. 

Not because anyone means to forget, or anything means to fade; life just gets in the way. And it always does because they must trickle away, to make room for new things. To get rid of the good or great, and allow for the best.

 But the words are concrete. Once they are written they cannot fade into the oblivion; even our erased words still leave a mark. And eventually when all is lost, the words will still be there to spark memories that need to be remembered in order to make the future count.

Or maybe the words need to be said because I hope that it will make them true, to make them mean something to someone else.

Or maybe they are said so that they are truly “said and done,” and never have to be repeated again.

It really is quite a shame when words need to be forgotten. 

Or maybe it’s that words may well be the only source of true magic. 

And by saying the words, the magic becomes part of the world that it has been spoken into. A world that is in desperate need of magical things. 

Do the experiment. It can be a whisper at first, or a shout if you're brave. Speak the words. There's something hidden there.