Your world's words

WI have my words. I have my world.
Words are not of another world; they emerge from my world.
Otherwise, they'd be just another lie, another trick.

Sometimes words seem to represent an illusion, shapes colors absurdity,
but they are in fact revealing the deepest of the writer's soul, only in a different form.

Forging a new world is what words are about.
Creating new illusions.
True lies. Yes, True lies.
Because they represent a truth in disguise.
Because a truth is never truly represented,
because we need to make it float between the lines,
like it floats inside us, around us,
and never caught.
Only between the words.
A truth in disguise.

On the other hand, notice the absurdity of representing a disguise in disguise.
There is no truth beneath it.
Only words, written by borrowed ink,
words that normally are supposed to be true,
oh how lost they are, those poor words!!
Not knowing who their writer is,
homeless words, lost,
freezing, frigidly,
leaving no space for a truth to breathe in them,
sent for a lost cause.
Fake words, fake truths, fake fake fake.

Writers, be true to yourselves.
Your mission is to write your world's words.
Not theirs.
Be true. To your world. To your words. To us.