I’ve exhausted everythinh my mind is capable of thinking right now. And I’m left with nothing to do or write. Blank Space. Yet, still words.
What wonders a word can offer! It fills spaces, bridges gaps, seal doors, open posibilities and ideas-so limitless, boundless and inexhaustible. They’re recyclable, reusable and easily dispensable.
But, it’s also amazing how sometimes, one can never justify his feelings with words. It becomes lacking, useless and annoyingly ordinary. The person, then, is left with no other choice but to resort still with words; leaving him with a heavy heart, bottled emotions and suppressed feelings. It piles on top of another until he can hold no more.
Death.
Still, words become useless. They can never bring the dead back, breathing and living. Late forgiveness, useless anguish and hurt- all are joined with the corpse six feet below the ground. People might say, let’s bury the hatchet. But can we ever do that?
Questions…
…And then some. They’re all words; and sometimes with hidden meanings and double entendre. Seemingly innocent yet could gravely harm.
Words.
They intermingle with people’s lives. Sometimes, one chains.
And then it breaks.
