Existence Reaffirmed

Because words are bold: black and white with sharp, clean edges and fixed, tight margins. In moments captured like so much perfection held immobile; thoughts cut between pages smelling of ink and blades and textured wood.

Because words are loud: flowing and profound. Caught within ambiguous covers, finite and mysterious as flying.

Because words are tangible: pressed hard into being. Existence and love reaffirmed in touch.