Arcadia

6

Words scare me, you know. The way they look, the shapes they take. I've always been intimidated by the way ink flows, so easy, so effortless. How, in one fluid motion of the moment they can contain everything you've ever felt. It's too much of a power, isn't it? How in a few strokes of the pen you can conjure up the love you never felt, how you give a shape to the shapeless winds from distant deserts, name the fragrances of foreign lands. You tell me you always remember things how you write it. I tell you how I love the smell of new books. I don't tell you how I feel like the words in the book are screaming for release, how they are a lifetime, a few lifetimes, miles and vast spaces trapped in pages. I don't tell you, because I don't want to think much about it myself. But they fascinate me as much scare me, cages where you have limit who you are.