WORD

Every now and again
I read something and the words speak to me
they literally pull me out of myself
and demand that I awaken from my subconscious-mind and take them in.

These kinds of words are like water,
replenishing my internal reserves,
fighting against any famine that I may find myself in.

These kinds of words are meaningless on their own,
but when strung together,
they leap out and embrace me
urging me to remember
why I'm here and what I'm trying to do.

Words have always had that effect on me,
and these are no different:
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for.
The most you can do is live inside that hope,
running down its hallways,
touching the walls on both sides.