Words flood minds when they wish to, the way of words like a flow of water in a stream. When words come slow the air is clear and calm, the wind just barely pushing the words in the water along, the ripples small but not meaningless. When words flow, they feel natural and comfortable, like they roll of the tongue. When you put passion in your voice it is booming winds flowing the words out, rolling over the falls, it is a fast moving and beautiful thing, people are only seeing the water fall, but the stream leading up is chaos, the winds and water creating rocking areas near rocks, you can stumble over words you've practiced over and over but now it rumbles and you rock and pivot on the sound of the words as they try to flow seamlessly. And when the storm comes, you can't stop it. When your up and talking your words can speak many volumes, briefly illuminating the people around you to the storm inside. The thunder in your voice rumbles and booms throughout the room and makes people listen and pay attention to the loud powerful message you speak. The rain will come sadly, it is the way of the storm, even if when you are speaking and there are hot words pouring out to the sound of the thunder, after you stop, it will eventually rain. Words are like the rivers of our soul. When we speak, we speak out, we speak loudly, we want others to hear and listen and understand. Even if our voice is silenced for now, our words speak volumes in the texts we write. Our words pop off the paper or screen and turn into a powerful voice people can hear in their heads. When people speak out others listen, there are the speakers and the listeners, the speakers preach, they long for peace, no matter if it is achieved through violence or of peaceful manner, and the listeners hear them, they feel the power of our voices and follow us into battles that we wage for peace among our loved ones, for inner peace, for all around equality of all people and animals, plants and the mother earth around us. We can achieve anything with the right speakers and listeners.
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Sparks in the Dark
Short StoryJust short stories and poems and vent writings I make