Yes, I understand.
To see someone pouring their heart and mind and soul into the spaces between the letters, To the ones handcrafting souvenirs, and knitting warm blankets for cold souls telling them, Yes, I understand. To entangle those feelings and their depths with the shapes of these letters as if using the veins in their body to hold them together, To give these words life with blood, sweat, and tears To give them power over people’s minds and hearts, and yet not overpower them, To put these letters at ease, though they’re weighed down by the responsibility/duty to carry all of these, To freeze a moment, a tear or the curve of a smile, the sparkle in someone’s eyes or the emotion in one’s heart, into a train of letters, To let them flow like the air and take distinct shapes like water in a vessel, To carefully piece together this plethora of letters, into poetry Or to weave them into one fabric of a beautiful prose, To leave hints of oneself intertwined between the knots that hold the wo...