Words.

I like words. As expression. As comfort.

Interchangeable words, yet each flavoured to the distinct expression of one True story: create, fall, redeem, renew.

Words.

For the longest time I thought them insufficient

as thoughts took shape in action manifested as character and that character was straight-rod-unbending-back, stiff lipped towards mere words.

Picture.

"Why use a single word when you can yield a thousand?" breathed my blue-blood imposter self. Hoity. Haughty. Hell.

Words.

I like words.

18 April 2020

Maretia K Wiggett