Words, words, words, words. Who’s words? My words! How many words? All the words! What will I write about? Who cares, do you? I do! But of course I do, that’s why the words are wording across the page! Look at them word! They word so hard, they word so well, they word so wordly! It’s a word’s world and we’re just livin’ in it! Word to your world, the words are coming, and they won’t stop coming because they can’t stop coming and when they are all here, all the words… When all the words have arrived, then you will know. Then you will know what the words are all about. But don’t worry – it may be a wordy gathering, but the word is truth and the truth shall set you free. Jam on the words. Munch on the words. Crunch on the words. Word with the words and add your words to the words that word not be there if not for your waiting on the words and wording the words. Words are amazing, wonderful words, and we all love them. We love to word out loud, we love to word on paper, we love to word on Twitter, we call it Tweeting, but we all know we’re wording. We word on Instagram, on Facetagram – there are words everywhere, even words inside of words! Will we ever run out of words? NO! Will we ever have too many words? NO! Don’t stop the wording! Give into the wording! Words are your words and without your words you are wordless. And who wants a wordless world? Do you? Do I? Do the words? No, the words know their place in the wordy world and they keep wording on, undaunted, untired, and sometimes unappreciated, but always wording in their wordy ways.
Why my exposition on words? Because words, man. Who knows? Words are there for me in the wordy times, they are there for me in the quiet times, they are there for me in the times when words fail to describe and yet I still word from the depths of my joy, from the depths of my sorrow, from the depths of my slumber. I know I word in my slumber because my wife words to let me know that I worded the night before and she thought I was wording something important, so she got up to receive my words only to find my words in a jumbled mess and not really the words she wanted at all. Or maybe, they are the perfect words. No one wants sophisticated wording in the dead of night in the midst of resting from external words. And while we rest we word to ourselves, in wordy dreams that continue to create more words, sometimes words that have never worded before. What a beautiful thing it is to dream and word. Sometimes we awake and word our dreamt words to the people we trust with our words. Sometimes they meet our words with smiles and happy words, and sometimes they look at us like the words still don’t make sense and perhaps withhold the words that bounce around in their own word box they call their mind.
But words are not meant to be stuck in the word box that is your mind. Words are meant to be set free, to breathe the clean air, to word with their own kind. Sometimes words must be trained and sometimes words must be feral. Words know which words they must be, and they are simply the words they are.
Which words will you word today? Words to heal? Words to wound? Words to praise? Words to tear down? Words to love? Words to hate? Let’s use our wording to word good words. If we have bad words, they must come out so our hearts can know the words that are growing in our word garden so we can prune the dirty, ugly things that are creating the poisonous words and transform our word garden into the best words, the kindest words, the most meaningful words, the strongest words, the tenderest words, the lovingest words. Words that change the world. For the better. For the wordier. For the words. Words. Word.