An Open Letter to Words

Dearest Words,

I would like to use a few of you to convey my utmost appreciation for what you do. You have not only given me solace in using you, but now in sharing you with others. You have allowed me to look into the depths of my being, little spaces in myself I was too afraid to venture (much less soak my feet in) and helped me find comfort in knowing there are also others wading around themselves in places theyʼd rather not be.

With your presence, we are able to communicate freely and unshackled. We are able to bring ideas into a solid form and express things that are nothing more than gas and light and chemical firings in our neurons sending signals to our brains. You give us with your form the freedom to express in such a way that others can relate. Things that cannot be seen under any other circumstance can be seen with you, can be felt with your assistance, and can be heard loud and clear and leave an imprint on those who choose to listen.

You do come with your downfall, Words, but I wouldnʼt dare ask you to change. With every letter that is written, a tiny piece of your creator is laid upon the page, giving you your immediate role as middleman between Writer and Reader. You are the pipeline, the conductor, the homing pigeon. And once you land, you can be transformed into anything Reader would like. Sometimes you're misunderstood, strewn, and can be morphed from Writer into an entirely new entity with Reader.

But Words, I ask that you listen closely when I say that this is part of your magnificence. The beauty of you is your ability to plant and grow inside all that will consume you, and while you are essentially nothing but a mark on a blank piece of paper, your concept and impact reaches far beyond your physicality.

So Words, please – stay as you are. Let us continue living through you, painting your picture uniquely with every new eye scrolling over you. Continue to send and receive and allow us to love, abide with, hate, and abuse you.

With all my love,

(AmandaCary)