Words,
you fancy them up like a newborn baby girl in a bonnet adorned with lace and ribbons, she chuckles, you look at her, your heart swells and spills over, and you want to hold her in your arms and wish the best for her.
Words,
you inject this thrill into them, like a toddler the very first time he experiences rain, the magical appearance of droplets of water, the very first time he learns how to crawl, and it irrevocably changes him and it's all he wants to do
Words,
you tire them out, a high schooler who knows she doesn't quite fit in, and when she tries, a tight silence places a noose around her neck, every try is a struggle, every struggle brings about clenches stronger than the last, so she stops.
Words,
you fritter them away, a college student who doesn't quite know what he wants, he goes through life, he does what's required, he says the right things, but he doesn't feel.
I'll tell you this.
Words, are words, so much they can do.
Either the world. Or close to nothing.
