because your words dear, resurrected me. and i have loved you, all this while. thank you, for bringing a man back from the dead

i have loved words. their complexity. their vain reflection on the paper. their strokes on mcdonnald’s tissue paper as i sat by the corner with a black pen. the way they are tattooed on my thoughts. inked out of precise tune of delicate compilation of strings of grammatical compounds. their manipulative ways of tricking the ones who do not listen. words are by far the most genius and vilest invention. even so, i have loved words since the beginning. their binding ways of reaching out to their other halves, asking, begging to be complete. to be a sentence. their caring ways of understanding attitude. their way of letting me say,

i love you.

i have loved words. their immensity. their verbosity. their apt capable ways of letting me know the different footpaths in the world. the way they tell me that nothing means the same. that almost everyone is racist in their thinking. the way they sort out my random emotions, naming them, one by one. telling me, that this is what i’m facing. introducing me, to friends and enemies. happiness. and hate. i loved the way they make me understand, as i have understood, even when i walk in counterclockwise. i have loved how they can still tell me when there is nothing left to be said, or felt, in their singular form,

empty.

and i have loved, always and forwhenever will i love YOUR words. i loved the way they captivate those random emotions of mine and put them into syllables of smiling branches of our lives. and how i almost miss it everytime i lose track of your silly tales. they were most vibrant as their vivacity overshadowed mine as if my words are already a dying vieux jeu. soon to be forgotten. but i would never forget yours. not the way the much intended sarcasms were pushed around in our pointless conversations. nor the violent notes in the songs we sang. the laughter you created out of by far the most ridiculous jokes i’ve ever heard. the whispers in the air, undisclosed and kept away in silence. the breaths you took. were words i deeply enjoy.

i have loved words. all of them. for without them, how could i
ever able to tell them
i have always

loved them.

(DON’T READ IF YOU HATE THE WAY I DON’T CAPITALIZE THINGS)