Words saved me

Words I've realized have saved me than any other thing. I think I was eight when I first realized and felt the beautiful flow of words. Even when I was a child, away from the ways of the world and its rules without having an ounce of understanding, but just a child drunk on the phase of childhood. Even before I even knew what words were, words were given to me...or rather they chose me. 


Words have somehow saved me from myself too. They were like my fear that stops me from hurting myself even I'm unaware about the possible threat. They've stopped me from destroying myself, from the addiction of loneliness. They were the ones who tried at first to poke at my heart, gnaw at my mind, knock on my thoughts continuously until I finally decided to close the door behind, take a pen and write the first letter in the fresh page of a diary. Little did I know that they would come so easily after that, like a lesson I've thoroughly memorized for an exam, and then they would become an addiction; the train of thoughts following the trail, some buried yet some gasping for air, would come out of my heavy heart covered with a thick layer of dust through the years that had gone by. Words replaced my loneliness and then they taught me to fall in love with me and my thoughts over and over again.  

Words; it is so easy to come by. It seems they are found on every street, stuck on walls, tattooed in  the body of others and some painted on the floor. Yet I found words not on the first letter of my Nursery years ago when my hands first learned to hold a pencil but I found them in the sinking world of my loneliness. It seemed it had conspired to meet me alone and  miraculously save me from my impending doom. 

Words saved me.