What are words? Words are cheap and tears flow freely. They come easy.
Words are however you want them to be (except when, under the most
beautiful circumstance, words do not suffice) and you can paint any
picture you want with them. Any portrayal whatsoever you wished.
Artificial. What then, the value of words? A sophisticated branch in the
development of communication and language (which includes body language
and the like.) Words have the ability to mean nothing at all.
Yeah.
And I realize that all I am, is full of words. I build myself up on
words and most of the things I do are centered around words. But What
Are Words indeed? Maybe all I'm doing is absolutely meaningless. I've
built myself on a house of cards. A precipitous edifice. And one day it
will all come tumbling down. That's how I feel sometimes.
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