However, we lose control as soon as we position them in front of another soul because they are being interpreted through the prism of someone else’s ideology and thus being shed of our invoked meaning. Our words are governed by a different perception and no longer belong to us.
While they are inked onto pages in an infinite form, words remain boundless in our minds. They rearrange themselves amid comprehension; lose their subtext amongst the spaces. They transform themselves to create and carve a new dimension and realm within our understanding. Each time we read, something in our minds has shifted and thus this tangible form ascends into a newfound conception.
Words are our gravity, they anchor us back to where we were supposed to be and yet the person that we were upon reading them has evolved, and thus they do not exist in the same form in which we preserved them.