She Has A Way With Words

“She has a way with words.”

She cast her spells as casually as she threw aside her cloak in the springtime, weaving intricate stories where there was no visible loom. Like ripples in a pond, her words and feats of mouth spread, reaching everyone in her small worlds and beyond. Count her as a friend, and you will never die. Make her your enemy, and she shall smite you down with power you never knew could be housed in her stately frame. And yet, most only see the effects of her words, the symptoms of her greatness. They never know, never will find out what really transpires, behind the scenes as it were, in her mind. They hear her words and look to her lips: a wonderful, lucky few see her stories play out behind their eyelids, and then look to her mind. She is free. She is a princess in her tower, a passenger on a mysterious ship, a warrior resting before battle, a weary soul laying down to rest, a young girl finding love, a star in the endless night sky. If only there was a lens through which you could see her lives, her stories, her imagination, you would never take it off, never leave her side. Her words, her words! They worry and tease, they sting and bite, they soothe and heal, they rip and tear, they rise and fall with the cadence of her every mood. If only there was a way to share intimately this great mind, to touch thoughts, to let her fill you, make you overflow with the wonderful things she has to show! In comparison, you feel your own words fall flat. Nonetheless, you must try and that statement that emerges becomes such a complement, and yet, it is hard to ignore how small and inconsequential it is before the great sky of her stories.

“She has a way with words.”