It is sometimes difficult to embrace another’s writings. Writers are different. We’re afraid of different. But please… embrace my writing. Embrace me. Whether or not you do, I will embrace you. I will embrace your piece. I will embrace your mind. When I show you my words, let them be yours. Or let them contradict yours. Or let you care. Have an opinion. Have a mind and some thoughts.
When I show you my words, be courageous. As courageous as I in showing you my words. When I show you my words, let them seep through the paper and into you. Let them melt from my speech and baptize you. When I show you my words, know that now you hold me; you hold power over me; you know me. Deeper than you ever else would. Together, we will be two individuals connected. Momentarily and forever on. Because of my words. Because I showed you my words. When I show you my words, I hope you smile. I hope you know what you did for me and how I trusted you. When I show you my words, I hope you react. To me. To my work. To my words.
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ReplyDeleteI feel like, because you do not speak all the time, people DO react to your words - because you choose them carefully and mean them (on paper or while speaking). My favorite part of this piece is an idea: the idea of being baptized by someone's words. There's something about human connection there - the sacredness of it, maybe? - that really appeals to me.