Words

The world is abuzz with a stag- gering conglomeration of words. These words are the bumblebees that have come to pollinate the flowers, yet they are also the locusts that reek havoc upon human lives. Words are caterpillars inching over rough tree bark, evoking ideas of spring, blossoming, and hope. Words cascade upon our heads during lectures like water- falls over rock ledges. The drops of words caress our minds and impercep- tibly settle upon our skin like butterflies, awaiting the perfect moment to take flight. These often invisible, artificially created con- cepts dictate our lives. Never for a second is it possible to escape their greedy grasp, and it is rare that we should want to. Words are our lives. They are the fabric of our very bones that allow us to stand and walk for- ward. Words shape who we are. I am words. Words are me.