
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Tower In The Asylum

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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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But, oh, what if words said did change the way things stand between us?
What if me saying the words I needed to say, him hearing the words that somehow, someway he hasn't heard yet (everyone makes mistakes. what's important is that you learn from them.) changed things a great deal? An apology, a thank you, an admittance to the need for help, and a plea...all those things can change the way two people stand.
Words alone cannot change a stance. But the feelings and truth behind them can.
I agree. There is no poem that can be a magic to us. Not even one that encapsulates all that we're feeling. Maybe what we're feeling is meant to be felt only by us and no one else, this is so that when we ever meet someone with the same experiences, we can smile and say, "Ah! Old friend!"
I have been trying to write the letter that makes it all better. But words are poor bricks for rebuilding bridges, it seems.
And yet words are magic things, and filled with power.
It's just that most of us are, I think, more often than not, very poor magicians. And so many of us don't really believe in magic, anyway.
(I do, though)
Words don't mean anything. It's actions that do. I fell for those pretty words, those almost-promises, those maybes and I found hope. It was misplaced.
And now that I started basing my responses on actions, I can see that. Now I'm "childish." Perhaps even that word wasn't written for me, but it felt that way. Considering the timing and tone.
Words that don't become action are worthless.
Thank you for making me feel less crazy today.
i like this one.
Ah, habit47. Ah, c.e.z.
Ah.
Oh, Iain.
Words are the only magic we have.
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