I want to write beautiful words

I want to write beautiful words that flow together like a stream whose simple and soft currents never stop. I want to write beautiful words that will be everlasting like the trees whose leaves fall from the place that they were once so tightly held, still standing, with the quiet promise of them growing back tomorrow. I want to write beautiful words that even in subtle fragments can bring forth emotions that lie hidden deep beneath our surface. I want to write beautiful words that lie in bed with me at night, piecing together my life like a storybook. I want to write beautiful words that in themselves create a world of their own, left to be imagined and interpreted by others in whichever way they please. I want to write beautiful words that do not judge or place boundaries and limitations on this world. I want to write beautiful words that cannot be seen, only heard and felt.

I want to speak beautiful words.