The Scintilla Project: Day Eight

The prompt: What are your simplest pleasures? Go beyond description and into showing the experience of each indulgence.

Words. 

Long ones, short ones, cliche and obscure

Modern, archaic, proper and all slang-like

I love them all

If I had my druthers, I'd piddle about with them all day; 

I'd pick 'em, spit 'em, drop 'em

I'd twist 'em, mince 'em, chop it up

I'd sing 'em, most loud, sweet cacophony

Oh, but occasionally

I eat 'em

I quote 'em, I give 'em, I take 'em

I live and breathe 'em 

I fear them 

"They can and will be used against you"...

They'll break you, maim you, cut you down to size;

A detail, minutiae, to an infinitesimal speck of who you thought you once were

They'll expose and exploit you

Pulchritude, power, horror, ugliness and shame

They are love and loathing, hope and despair

They incite riots and laughter and insight and change

They escape you, they fail you, but they come back...

Awestruck by love, writhing in pain, at desire's peak, on the brink of death

A final utterance, one last plea

For naught but their own posterity

Words.