Words

Oh how I love P-Lady. I missed her so terribly when she was out, and I'm so overwhelmingly happy that she's back again, and getting better. Missed her rants and enthusiasm. She's the type of teacher who not only knows her stuff but also knows how to make you just as enthusiatic about it as she is, if you're open to it. I don't know how any teacher deals with students who just don't want to learn. Reasons why I wouldn't be able to be a teacher...

I don't know why, but I was lazy today: I read and dreamed of places unreal but beautiful and powerfully emotional. I cried so hard... I ate way too many chips, in my bed, now it's full of crumbs. Silly me.

What is it in words that can bring joy?
What brings sorrow?
How can a mere combination of stacatto sounds
Cause such thoughts, confusions, clarity?
Why is it that real life has trouble fitting into words,
But never our thoughts,
Our emotions sometimes don't quite fit the mold,
But rarely lie completely outside the box,
Words have so much power,
Languages around the world communicate the same,
It isn't the sounds that have meaning,
But the way we understand,
For words are nothing but a bunch of noises,
If there's no one there to try and comprehend
What they mean.
If a tree falls in the forrest, does it make a sound?
Well does sound lie in the comprehension,
Or the making?
Is it merely noise if no one listens?
So is talkng to yourself insanity,
Or just a way to articulate
What you're thinking,
To force it into words,
And their boxes,
Even if you're the only one listening?