Words

"Do you truly understand the words that come out of your mouth, the depth within each word, sound, letter?"

Admittedly, I stole this from someone else this morning, but when I saw it, it was incredible.  This is how I feel about language.  This is how I feel about speaking.


Words are powerful.  Words are dangerous.  Words are sweet.  Words are full of meanings, but they don't really mean anything at all.

When I'm speaking without fear of saying the wrong words, when I know I'm being heard, I can feel the height of each letter in my mouth.  I form the words at the back of my throat and propel them forward with my tongue.  I expel them with the force of my lungs, sometimes soft, sometimes almost too loud.  Each word feels like a crisp being unto itself and I can see them hanging in the air above the heads of my listeners until I see those same words sink down into my audience's ears.


I've filled my body with the makings of words that I can't wait to send to the world.  -Ings and -Ers fill my stomach like so many butterflies, waiting to be made into something more.


How lucky, then, that I've chosen a profession which will allow me to use up those -fuls and -ests until I run out of words.