The Fear

You know what scares me? Words. Words and not having enough. Words and not knowing enough. To want to say so much but only coming up with so little, resulting in not only less explanation but worse, less understanding. To have an idea gnawing at your brain cells, yanking you hair, just desperately wanting to be formed into sentences so brilliant and beautiful. Ideas waiting to change lives and move hearts. But failing to find enough words to craft into sense. Some magical, spell-like sense.

Words and having too much. Words and knowing too much. To speak in such a great extent of paragraphs but convey barely a pinch of meaning. The employment of a superabundance of words meant to paint images in one's mind, to have others feel you in graphics, only to come off bland and redundant. In worse days, you find one uttering the unnecessary and detrimental. Twisting and fooling. Overusing. Grammar failing. Pretense showing. For all you care, that could be you. Unaware you.

How I dream of reaching that perfect balance of efficiency and meaning. To someday describe without boring.