I remember reading blogs of strangers. Their exclusive moments with their loved ones, their discussions in class, their thoughts while taking a shower, or even their fantasies and dreams. I’d admire how they could lead to conclusions or epiphanies. I’d admire their vivid descriptions. I’d notice their clever metaphors and rhymes. I’d look up to their words. I don’t even know them, but it was okay. Somehow the combinations of words into structured sentences could capture my mind.
But isn’t that scary? They can somehow manipulate my mind. Maybe even make the sky seem like a different color. Then I thought about how crazy it would be to date someone who was eloquent with words. I could be so clouded by the beautiful smoke they blow in front of me and not even realize I’m suffocating.
Too much of a good thing?