words on a page }} Arrows!Blitz
Apr 20, 2014 23:03:42 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 20, 2014 23:03:42 GMT -5
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Words were such delicate things. They may seem like nothing, just ink pressed against feather thin fibres. But they weren't just that, words were power, they could persuade people, they could anger people, they could make people happy, they could make people sad. Words were not just ink, they were stories, that gave people feelings, they tickled emotions, poked at beliefs and attacked values. I loved words, words were my life, they were my meaning. Without words I was nothing, as I was a child who read the dictionary for fun. Words were my everything, they were my power. Unlike the careers of district two I did not have brute strength on my side. I lakes that sort of power…
But in truth that power was nothing when it came to the power of words. You could say something but mean something totally different. Words were a mystery- even to me. I knew I would never figure them out, but I kew thatI would but my life into trying. My fingers glide over the smooth fibbers that construe the page, the wind blowing the golden locks of my hair. I ran a fingers over one word, than the next, trying to absorb them, to feel them and there power.
Words may just be ink on paper, but words, when you knew who to use the, were so much more.
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Vince Cosgrove
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