WORDS

The words are like a weapon ready to shoot you. Your words are like a web that entwines me in the network of your world. The energy of your words carries your intentions and your soul. I learn to be strong and not to be hurt by your words.

Words ready to conquer me with love. Words ready to embrace my loneliness. Words ready to dominate me and depersonalise me. Your words are the clothes of your thoughts and feelings. Your words are a cry of your fears. Your words are like freedom that does not know what to do with itself. Your words are like love that nobody wants to embrace.

Your words leave you and conquer the world. They enchant, persuade, humble and inspire. And once words have left you, no one can stop them anymore. They become part of the language of all people, infecting the world with the energy they carry. They can make you ill with love or hatred. Words possess power and authority. Every word has consequences. Words are what unite and divide.

Words are obstacles. I waited for your voice to say something to me. Something that would remain forever in my heart. But instead, you are full of doubt and hesitation. You say what you do not truly mean because you lack the courage to say what your heart really wants to say. You leave me alone with the interpretation of your soul's anguish. Instead of bringing us closer to one another, your timid words leave us exactly where we are, without allowing us to take even a single step forward. Your words are the obstacle that stands between us.

Words are the colours of the earth. Words are the colours of the soul.

Words are fragile white. White as my naked heart that I hold in my hands. White as the pain of my rejected heart. White as spring blossom in the hair of an innocent girl. White as your new love, still untouched by betrayal and disappointment. White as the snow that has blocked the road between us. White as tears. White as the suffering of your wounded heart. White as the midnight moon, reflecting the sadness of our loneliness.

Words are dreamy blue. Blue as my longing for you. Blue as your tenderness towards me. Dreamy, gentle blue like love from afar.

Words are the optimism of yellow. Yellow as the sun, as hope for us, like golden dust that binds us forever. Deep yellow, almost orange, as exotic as I am to you.

Words are like a red dawn. A red sunrise where everything begins with a shy blush between two people. Like a burning passion that removes every timid barrier. Red as your desire to have me. Red as faith and hope for tomorrow.

Words are like a black cloud. Like a summer storm cloud carrying change. Like a black cloud that destroys old roads in order to create new paths between us. Black as a curtain hiding two parallel worlds where white and black exchange places.

Words are like a green sea of peace and promise. Like a green summer day in which the leaves hide the sadness of an impossible togetherness.

Words are the taste of life. Sweet like the touch of your hands. Bitter like separation. Salty like the tears I shed for you when you suddenly disappear.

Words are your eyes. Words are like your faithful eyes, constantly following me wherever I go. Eyes full of admiration when I am near. Eyes full of sadness when I am far away. Eyes that understand without words. Eyes that obey.

Words are music. Words are the music of your voice. Your voice is my point of reference wherever I am. I hear it among the countless unfamiliar voices. I hear it even when you remain silent. Your voice is the music that conquers my world. Your voice is like an autumn leaf that suddenly breaks free from the branches and flies towards me. My voice has power over you. It makes you vulnerable and obedient.

Words are touch. Your touch is like electricity—a promise, a conquest. I touch you in order to learn how to feel. Your touch is like enlightenment. Like God, who once seemed to abandon me, only to reveal Himself again through a new face. He wants me to believe without conditions, to trust Him without limits. And when I lose my way, He sends me to you as His little reflection, so that through you I may find Him once again. Your touch is like electricity, like a religious experience, like returning to God.

Words are tenderness. They are your unspoken care for me. They are your attention, your joy, your delight and your admiration. They elevate you and make you a better person. Words are your fear of losing me because I bring out the best version of yourself. Words are my fear that you hold the key to both my vulnerability and my strength, to my downfall and my exaltation. Words are the fear of how unexpectedly things can change. That what fills you with excitement and tenderness today may become the cause of betrayal and coldness tomorrow.

Words are a cry for mercy. A cry for help in a world obsessed with cruelty and loneliness. A cry for mercy in a world where people educate their minds but neglect their hearts. Because it is the loving heart that can save us from cold indifference.

Words are a weapon. Words can caress and they can kill. Words are wounds from which our hearts bleed. Living wounds that we inflict upon one another. Words are an escape from responsibility. Words are our other self. Words are the door that leads to you.

Silence is justification, forgiveness and the freedom to choose our words carefully. Silence is salvation. Silence is like the recognition of true love. Silent love, overcoming the barriers created by words, lives forever.

Silence is what binds us together forever when words lose their power.

A silent embrace is like divine forgiveness.

(Elena S. Lyubenova)