I could write to you a heartfelt poem, a well crafted song, a letter of intent, or simply a page of words that fill the canvas.
None will be as fortunate as those that were written for the sake of standing for the pretentious.
To provide an example for the outcast of the incomprehensibly arrogant nature of man to speak in near uninterpretable ways.
A show off of linguistics that baffle with no purpose beyond such a display.
To convey the mindful superiority of mindlessness.
The simplistic and succinct splash in seas, seldom sought-after.
The elongated ever expressed to ensure essence is extrapolated, exfoliating only the ego.
We delve into art because we connect, are entertained, wish to learn, or hope to expand our understanding of human nature, yet we drown in configurations made only to bewilder and confuse. But why?
“I’m better than you at talking lol”
“I can fathom the greater meaning of this person’s knittings, as opposed to your simple mind’s incapability to comprehend beyond 3 syllables and basic wordplay”
The high horse is sat on by all that speak in a manor none can truly understand, but can only attempt to pretend to hold a reasonable grasp.
We are no better a writer for speaking “poetically”. We are no worse a writer for speaking as the common man does.
It is not the words we chose, but the meaning found within them.
If I must untangle your jargon, you have failed in your quest to be understood through language.
Simplicity is the key.
Dumb it down.
You’re not better than anyone.
That goes for me, too.