For a while I thought words would solve all mysteries of the heart. To refocus the blurry vision of the mind. I thought by mapping out vocabularies and stringing together clauses would untangle the sometimes packed and sometimes vacant brain.
But words have made things more difficult these days. The tool I’ve trusted so much have turned out to be quite the troublemaker.
I am sitting at my desk trying to express how much I love my friend on this card and it’s just not enough. This hard piece of paper, the ink in my skinny pen aren’t enough to contain my thoughts about her. The alphabet, the punctuation, the sentences are becoming more and more incoherent and the images I have of her fading in and out of my mind are failing to be expressed. These words I am writing don’t know her. It is only adequate. I love her a lot but will she ever know?
But words are the only thing I have.