Art Thou Only Words

At times I think,what am I? Am I made up of feelings or I know how they work(through language). There are times when I am numb, yet words that I say might give a different picture altogether.where is the meaning of what I say. It is merely a painting of words. It's connection to the reality may or may not be true(in logical sense) but then does that mean what ever I have said has no meaning. The repetitive usage of words. Every situation is like a puzzle block and I (may/may not,but most of the times) know how to fix it and all via language. Has language completely taken over me and all my efforts to go beyond it(no matter how rigorous they are) will always be disappointing. At times(most if the times) it is frustrating to feel nothing but language plays in such a deceiving manner that it (i don't know about others) dazzles me. It is almost like my words have no.connection with me but what ever is logically true they correspond to them(according to situation). Am I really bewitched by language? Am I completely incapable of feel my emotion my love, my care, my rage? Even as I pose this question in front of me, it is only a doubt I am presenting. I don't know why it is not troubling me at all apart from my curiosity i don't feel anything. Am I a talking and walking statue of bones and flesh? devoid of feeling. All I can say I have is my sense of Duty(towards Everyone I know) this duty too no doubt arises from a logical patter nothing that I feel intrinsically.