Words are everything God is. You can create anything out of them. This entire world is words, layers, designs, combinations, alphabets, and spectrums- many ways to speak one thing. Diversity is in everything. Words bubble and sizzle through me- emotions transform when they hit the air into something you can understand. Two forms of the same thing- external and internal.
Emotions radiate outside their origins in the form of words, the same thing living in two different worlds.
Take the word sadness. Stagnancy, dankly dwelling heavily in your chest, cold pressing into your heart, splitting flesh asunder. Pressure, breathing constricted. Murky thoughts poisoning crevices in your brain, gray worlds and salty cataracts. Sadness. A word that does so much to your organs, reels your brain, changes your entire disposition, permeates into you, holding so much meaning in seven letters.
This world can never go as deep as you want it to go. Always surfacing, lingering, dwelling, but hardly entering, probing, protruding, explicating. I am sad. I am sad, but you don’t know what I mean. You will never know. My sadness is not your sadness. It’s a different form, tweaked and conditioned by my personality.