Words, Words, Words

Reading makes me giddy. I love being totally caught up in a fictional world. When I'm in the pages of a book, my thoughts are completely consumed, no matter where I am or what I am doing. It's as if the events of those imagined characters are my own experiences. It always lingers in the back of my mind throughout my entire day. Every waking moment, every beat of my heart takes me back to a place I've never been, with friends I've never met. They so fully consume me and demand from me a higher loyalty that is reserved only for those of fictional characters. But, with such devotion comes easy heartbreak. When I read, I have such high standards for the character's choices in life, thus it is easy for them to disappoint. But even through all of their decisions that make me grimace, I kindle hope in my heart for their end. But, no matter how beautiful the journey or how hopeful I am, it is the ending that creates or breaks the beauty of a novel. A good ending is like a sunny day. It warms the heart and gives a lightness to my mind. It opens doors of wonder and loveliness. It encourages and rekindles any dying hope. It gives satisfaction and a sense of wonder like none other. But, just as the good ending of a book can create a world of joy, so can the tragic ending create a feeling of complete and utter misery. The poor ending to a book is like a bite from a poisonous snake. The initial sting is painful and fearful, but long after the ending has subsided, the wound is left to fester. So does the pain of a bad ending endure. It too, consumes all of me. My mood is easily fooled and my words abruptly harsh. My day is long and the pain is cruel. My thoughts are burdened and a bile taste fills my mouth. Why should I react thus? It is merely words on a page. I fear, for my own sake, that the poor ending of a book will be like the horrific ending of my own life. Will I face such an end? Will my story be one to disappoint? I fear it might and thus my reactions are more personal than might first be hinted at. All our lives are stories. How will they end? 

Immense Imagination

Can you visualize a rose? Not just recognize that you know what one is but really see the rose before you? Can you smell it? So many people lack the imagination to visualize such a beautiful creation. For me, I do not struggle with this aspect. Sadly, sometimes my imagination is overbearing and distracting. For example, this exact moment is a point where my imagination has gotten the better of me, rather than the class I am sitting in. If you are one of the many who struggles with mental creativity, allow me to try and share mine with you. I would tell you to close your eyes, but that wouldn't do either of us any good. So, instead, just relax and read my words with an open mind.


Roses are beautiful. They are soft, yet defensive. Simple, yet profound. And their meaning goes far beyond a simple gesture. The dark red color of the rose engulfs many shades of red in its petals. The light is shimmering on the petals and lines the edges of the rose. The stem is long and straight with a full green color embedded in every point. The small dragon scales that thrust out from the central line are remarkable. The tips take the shape of razors and darken with extension. But as the tops are hard, so are the petals soft. Their sheen almost depicts moisture and they bloom loosely to encompass a vast space. As the rose sparkles in your eye, so does the smell tingle in your nose. The fragrance is overwhelming, yet so tentative that it seems it might disappear any moment. As you breathe in deeply, the luxurious smell releases the relaxed feeling the spreads through your body. The fragrance moves into your body and runs in your veins allowing you to be calm. The wonderful smell is so radiant that you can almost taste it on your tongue. Its hard to believe that such a powerful sweetness comes from such a small source...


Did you get it? Did you picture the rose? Did my lending of my imagination help you? If so, I hope you enjoyed the experience. If not, perhaps you should try harder, for the imagination is both a wonderful and scary thing. Easily overpowering, but simply beautiful.