Lizard guts and octopus tail...octopi don't have tails. Either way, I'm thinking about that. I'm considering starting my own dictionary. There are so many noises I have made with my mouth that I so desperately wish were words! If I were to create my own dictionary and, the words were
to become ones legitimately used by English speaking people on a daily basis, the world might possibly be a funnier and more raw place...or at least tender... Okay I don't know
what I'm talking about with raw and tender...perhaps my body is craving meat and I wasn't aware of it? Anyways...If I could write my own dictionary, certain notes hit while singing would become
part of the English language. Those notes would be adjectives that referred to beauty and grace. Or they would be different expressions of peace and love. Or, maybe, they would be noises to indicate that we wish for the listening party to have bleeding ears? Maybe all of the above...who knows!? I wish I could write more descriptive words...I feel as though there aren't enough of them to detail everything I see. There just simply aren't enough words to fulfill my desire to express myself. And what's more troubling, there aren't even sufficient words to define the words that I would create and write even if I could write them!
That may not make sense to you... My mission in writing a personal dictionary would be to help me get the real me out for everyone to see. When I say the real me, I refer to the inner part of me
in which I rarely even see myself. There are so many parts of my brain and heart that I have recently left unexplored. I have been overcome by so much of this thing that we call life that I have all but pushed pause on being Elizabeth. ...It's strange to understand, but it's both possible and true. I long again to look and think like the girl who loved everything around her. I think now about the stars and water and the world that surrounds me, and I don't allow myself the time to express my love for it all even in my head. I have been concerned with growing up, which is goood, but my fear of growing out of that unique place I had found might possibly be coming true.
Well...I shan't allow it! :) I really shouldn't make delcarations like that. The truth is, I haven't a clue what I'm talking about or whether my words typed from this hand are even legible. I don't even know if I used the word "legible" right!
I pray for my mind to slow while my actions continue to mature. I pray, again, to fall in love with the things God has given me, and to lead a life of appreciation for those things, while also progressing positively as a young adult. No one should lose sight of what they're passionate about. Pray against that every chance you get.
I know I will be. Lhord Cheesus help me!
to become ones legitimately used by English speaking people on a daily basis, the world might possibly be a funnier and more raw place...or at least tender... Okay I don't know
what I'm talking about with raw and tender...perhaps my body is craving meat and I wasn't aware of it? Anyways...If I could write my own dictionary, certain notes hit while singing would become
part of the English language. Those notes would be adjectives that referred to beauty and grace. Or they would be different expressions of peace and love. Or, maybe, they would be noises to indicate that we wish for the listening party to have bleeding ears? Maybe all of the above...who knows!? I wish I could write more descriptive words...I feel as though there aren't enough of them to detail everything I see. There just simply aren't enough words to fulfill my desire to express myself. And what's more troubling, there aren't even sufficient words to define the words that I would create and write even if I could write them!
That may not make sense to you... My mission in writing a personal dictionary would be to help me get the real me out for everyone to see. When I say the real me, I refer to the inner part of me
in which I rarely even see myself. There are so many parts of my brain and heart that I have recently left unexplored. I have been overcome by so much of this thing that we call life that I have all but pushed pause on being Elizabeth. ...It's strange to understand, but it's both possible and true. I long again to look and think like the girl who loved everything around her. I think now about the stars and water and the world that surrounds me, and I don't allow myself the time to express my love for it all even in my head. I have been concerned with growing up, which is goood, but my fear of growing out of that unique place I had found might possibly be coming true.
Well...I shan't allow it! :) I really shouldn't make delcarations like that. The truth is, I haven't a clue what I'm talking about or whether my words typed from this hand are even legible. I don't even know if I used the word "legible" right!
I pray for my mind to slow while my actions continue to mature. I pray, again, to fall in love with the things God has given me, and to lead a life of appreciation for those things, while also progressing positively as a young adult. No one should lose sight of what they're passionate about. Pray against that every chance you get.
I know I will be. Lhord Cheesus help me!
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