words, music, love, art and all that pretty stuff...

Those of you who know me well will know that I am indeed someone who has a lot to say.

I will not dispute the fact that I am generally a very quiet person.

I also will not deny that I can be so stubbornly silent that I sometimes appear quite aloof, cold and even snobby...

But without any further digression, I shall promptly proceed to the point of this post.

I've always known that words mattered, but now I've learnt that words really do matter!
well, duh!

This is why I write a lot more on this blog than I publish. This is why I don't say a lot of what I think. This is why I love the songs and musicians that I do.

This is why this is so important to me:

This world of language. Communication. This world of words and music and art and translation. This world of how do I tell you exactly what I want to tell you and how do I make sure that you hear what I want to say and not just what you want to hear? This world of how do I know I am listening to what you really mean instead of just what you feel safe saying?

This is not about free speech. This is about a connection.

I went shopping with my sister last week for a leather case for my new phone which I know my clumsy self will no doubt damage really soon since I still don't have said case.

The girl at one shop pulled out a black leather thing that had bad stitching and didn't quite fit the phone properly. I accidently said out loud what I was thinking:

"It's just not very pretty..."
To which girl at shop responded immediately, "oh but we have a pink one!"

I didn't know whether laughing would be rude so I just shook my head and walked away with sister in tow.

Somewhere along the line, probably around the time when I met the quink and my moonlight girl, the words 'pretty' and 'beautiful' changed their meanings for me... They no longer exclusively referred to things in appearance, and they had no association with things like pink and being a girl. Words can be pretty. Words like 'nigh' and 'sigh' and 'play' are pretty words. I can feel pretty, without feeling like I look attractive. I could have had a really pretty day even if the weather had been miserable and ugly.

and and and!!! so much more that I don't know how to say...

I have met some really beautiful boys recently...

So... what does that all have to do with anything?

Well, some people get it. And some people actually get me. I'm really grateful for that because I don't know how I would survive if I really had to explain myself...

This is meant to be my love letter to language and words and music and art and all their beautiful mysteries that have kept me awake through the most tiring of times :)

and of course to all you wonderful lovelies who get me and love me and made me feel beautiful at my birthday bash on Saturday night!

love love

xx