"I like you; your eyes are full of language."
Anne Sexton
As a youngster I was excited to understand the English language with all of the inconsistencies and to master diagraming sentences; but my passion was in placing words upon a page with invested creativity. My obsessive reading widened vision throughout my life.
As all of these experiences gathered within my head, my heart began prompting me to use my voice. I learned to tone my words for the comfort of others and in return, they would tell me of the pain lingering behind their eyes. This too was language.
Language can be seen in the excited eyes of the toddler or the well creased and wrinkled eyes of the elder. Then again, language may be best felt in the comforting arms of each other. Language can be spoken, heard, or observed. The silence in the heart may be the most complicated language of all.
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