null essence of words

I suppose if it hadn’t been for them, I would’ve never become the way I am now. I can’t express the written language. Everything seems so much easier with symbols, with shapes, with concepts. You simply cannot express thoughts with 26 letters; let’s mix and match a billion ways for the sake of communicating.

You ever stare at a gun pointed at you?…this fear beyond all fears, when you know what is bound to happen and what will happen when the trigger is pulled? Forget the gun, let’s put you in a nice tank with piranhas swimming around you. One second to express the terrible beauty your eyes will never behold again, another second to watch in breathtaking fear as you’re torn apart. We’re confined in our imaginations; physically contained in a safe room where chances of meeting any scaly ocean-dweller, much less a man-eating one, is soundly none. So how can anything be expressed? And with words? You don’t see it, feel it, sense it, hear it…you READ it.

Just like how I never really liked writing to express. To me, you just can’t. It’s about being there and feeling it. Maybe it’s the musician in me? What are notes to me, but black ink on a processed tree? Abstract as all hell, but think about it.

This could become addictive.