Like instances that only occur once or the flash of light in the corner of your eye. Like a camera going off in a crowd, it’s impossible to pinpoint the exact location, but the action is obvious. The written word is a lot like the worse case of the trots you have ever had; it’s messy and sometimes painful. There are big words and small words and meaningless words and timeless words and scary words and impressive words. A flash in the pan. A wrinkle in the fabric of your mind. Iron as hard you like, the wrinkle remains. Words can stay with us for days, or leave our minds in seconds. We can brush them off like soot, or wear them as a coat of arms. There are the kind that apologize for words before it, and words warning us of the words to come. Words are meant to comfort, and harm at the same time. To fix the problem, and create it. Words may be the root of all we do say, and the root of everything we don’t.
But most of all, words are all we have. Because our words are just that: our own.
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