The human mind is quite intricate, and shockingly multifaceted. I still remember that night, just as though it was yesterday; my dream of a supposed apocalypse, when I was only maybe nine, ten, or eleven. Of course, nowadays we no longer believe in this planet, or world, ending. Nevertheless, as I remembered this dream tonight, I couldn’t help but wish to document it just for the sake of it.
A word within a word is a little trick you learn to write. A language within the one you know, the one that is uniquely yours. Leave the talking to those who have a voice.. leave the talking to the world outside. Leave the present for those who accept it, and leave the future for those who know that a word written on a blank page, and a thought rising from the crevices of the mind carry emptiness unless we breathe life unto them.
Funny how we are universal, both destroyer and creator, and even nothing at all. Invisible passerby as invisible as the air you need, invisible as the water you crave, as the light that brightens your path. Yes, a word within a word is but a powerful creation. Difficult to comprehend, but a language that is uniquely yours.