Sometimes I stare
at a particular word
in a random page of a book.
I will stare and stare
as its letters start to lift
into this weird feeling.
I don't know what it's called
but I feel it on certain words,
and certain moments
and persons.
At one glance
they burn inside my head
like a hot charcoal creating heat.
At second gaze
they slowly cool off
their spirit ebbing away.
Then I stare and stare again
until they feel distant and strange.
They lose what they stand for
like a volcanic rock
losing its ore.
They wear and tear
people, words, and what we feel.
Like an overused dress
they lose their vibrant shade.
Anything dies, when it is not used,
like words
but go somewhere stark
when said all the time
leaving us with recycled notions.
Until they'll lose again
what they stand for
like volcanic rocks
without their ore.
