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stringing letters into words
and words into phrases
and phrases into verses that unhinge
unhinge a memory, a feeling, a story
writing is a release.
a release of energy out into the world sometimes so fierce it cuts and bruises as it finds its way to the place it needs to be next
the cuts can sting, and burn, and pinch
the bruises linger
the strings of letters can form different words
words so sharp they cut quickly and deeply
and words so soft and fragrant they make you want to take the road less traveled
and smell every single damn rose along the way
you can change the letters and form different words
words that are lighter
duller
so feathery soft that the world doesn’t have to hear what they are really saying unless they want to.
unless they’re ready.
these letters
these words
these wild and vibrant melodies of soul, spirit, and heart
they break open hearts and let the colors pour out into the world
and they break open wounds and let the hurt out into the world
the colors were always there
the hurt was always there
energy cannot be created or destroyed
it moves through the world on the tips of tongues and the pages of books
passing through the senses and back out again
letters
words
verses
release it