The Symphony of Love and Words.

Words. These tiny little things which start from less than two letters each, mean so much to me. The ones I utter a little less than a thousand times, some times a boring repetition, some times a giant lifeless speech, some times too little meaning too much and some times nothing at all. Just nothing. No words.

A space, on this couch. A distance between what is and what can be. This distance because of the lack of words, the lack of interesting things to say. Love surpassing words, the love of words crumbling. Where one half of me is defined by these words, this blog, and this space, where some people just know me because of these words, because of this part of me, there is another part of me. A silent one. A one that believes that glory lies after silence, that distances are too wide to be filled. A silence after a storm of emotions. Emotions: Love,love,love,hate,respect,anger,happiness,sorrow,heartlessness. A silence so chaotic that it is hard to escape. A silence killing a relationship,but holding it together. A silence being so contradictory to itself each time. A silence which followed too many words.

Words that created characters, words that destroyed a few, words that made me fall in love, words that enhance the freshness of a new found love, words that brought us together, words that were lived up to, words that I broke to pieces I can never put together, words that started to mean so much to me, words that left your side once we got old.

I am not giving up these words, for anything. For me words are love, love is but words. Words that I need to give more space to. They need my sunshine, they need my presence. Words of mine are destined for too much,much more than what I give them today.