My Lexiconic Desire

It is to my own great dismay that, upon reflection, my language reflects the world in which I live and not which I desire. The endearment and prose of old English enthrall me, such that the slightest exposure to similar styles cast me into the gales of want. Many a day have subsided, yet my inklings have not. However, I recognize the issues that might arise given the evolution English had endured how speech such as this would seem unintelligible, highfalutin, and possibly even antagonistic. I myself can’t currently put pen to paper with swiftness or fidelity of the voice I desire. Akin to Marry Shelly with abundant complexities of word choice and punctuation. Though I find myself capable, it does not come easily. As such, this note is an experiment, a testament to what is possible. And while likely subscribing to this permutation of speech and writing is not within the realm of possibility for day-to-day endeavors, I can express myself in my writings however I mean to. I can refine my internal dictionary, improve my academic acumen, so that I may use words more prudently and accurately when the moment arrives to produce them. It is with some level of pride that I say this paragraph was not written with the use of a thesaurus or dictionary as these are all words I know how to use. I am, at least, beyond average and I can be content in that regard. However, it does not quench my inclinations for something greater. A world in which people may speak as they please without judgement and with full understanding of the language in which they practice. Perhaps someday, dreams can blur the lines of reality and manifest in ways unfathomable at the current age.