I don’t trust words. I trade in them, I appreciate their beauty. I watch them dance across my paper, trailing ink in their wake. They are ephemeral and magical, they can take you soaring into the air or diving deep into the earth. Words can express sublime love or sublime hate. They can be forthright and honest, or they can hide and deceive. They have so much power, so much influence, and yet, they are ultimately a fantasy, as insubstantial, as ever-changing, as the wind that carries them.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020