I love decorating with words. I have various notebooks, daytimers, Ikea drawers that are all decorated with random words and phrases that I've cut out of magazines. Single words that reflect whatever I'm feeling, or what I want to feel.
My poetry journal... on the front, it has my name and a picture of a woman leaping in the air, and then the words: "exhilaration, invisible, the heart of darkness, grow, fresh, beauty, secret, something to say, write on, hot." The back has a picture of a little girl smelling a flower, and it says, "Journeys, I promise, quote unquote, life is too good to feel bad, forgotten feelings, happy, love, believable unbelievable, kiss, fighting, always heard, deepest feeling, memories, beautiful, stronger, funny girl, exciting, delight, life, live, life goes on, silence, enough, soul mate, friend."
I love the power that words hold; I love the way that they can express so much and yet be so ineffective and insufficient so much of the time.
It's funny how the people who are the most dedicated to words--the ones who know the language the best--are the ones who best understand its inadequacies and its shortcomings.
infinite || abyss