Words

Words. Words that could mean everything. Words that can't be said, but only written down whether or not anyone will ever read it. Words that are not of the mind but of the heart, bleeding out into black ink on a blank white page. Euphoric melodies of the imagination, to the depths of our souls, blended into a harmony, a peace beyond any ones capability of understanding.
Honestly, with me...I've always been let's say... well, my sociability has always been a little on the awkward side. I laugh when I'm not suppose to. I giggle and smile when I get nervous, and when I'm really nervous I start singing and dancing apparently. I know right? So when it comes to talking I'm not very good. When It comes to singing or when it comes to writing? Words that I can piece together specifically the way that they are meant to come out, I am good at. So since we're a talking about words, ones communication with people, the human race, the outside world, let's talk about the timing of them.
I have lost  people in my life.  Loss has no limits, no exceptions, no mercy on who it hits. I have seen the loss of people from the mere age of sixteen to eighty two. It's a loss beyond a comprehension of any words, it's inconsolable, and I have felt my heart break into pieces. Time heals. Not entirely true. Time only numbs.
So back to words. It doesn't matter if we have to write them, sing them, spell them, speak them, or chisel them into concrete. They need to be said. The older I get then truer it gets.
And this isn't to scare because lives and choices should not be based and lived on fear. It should simply be...lived. With all of our experiences, all of our losses, and gains. All of the footprints embedded on our hearts, our memories. Take it in. Relish it. And remember the very moments in time that you were the happiest. Remember the times that mattered and look forward to every bit of your future.