Words Are Words Are Words

If you need me, you can find me in the self help aisle in the bookstore. I'll be flipping through everything from depression, to relationships, mental disorders, and even titles such as "The Book About Dreams". Yeah, its a difficult world to sift through. But believe me, the simple things, like love, saltine crackers and spray on cheese, and story time by the campfire while your grandfather's beard glows red in the crisp,cold, night; make it all the more worthwhile. Its worth pummeling through the tumult and the strife.

Grab your gloves, because the snow wishes to give you a warm welcome, the sewers wish to bid you a due, for they themselves, begin to sink down. The gently flakes that pelt your face start to worry if your ears, and cheeks will grow red, but rest assured because the hot cocoa is awaiting inside ever so patiently.

You know why you're intrigued? Because of my words. Words can hurt, words can heal, and even sometimes; Words don't matter. Words are words are words.

I would sit against the side of the building, pull out my headphones, and drown out the visual noise. I didn't want to think about what he called me, I didn't want to think about what they said. The bricks scratched my back, and I handed them a contract, saying I'm aloud to perch here. Its strange to me, so I pulled out my pen and started to write, almost as if the pen was having a race against the blue and red boundary lines. Why do we follow them, anyways? Its like we're programmed. Even if we walk into a fast food place, and there's not a person in side, we still tend to walk through the ropes to get to the front to order. But that's another story. We're talking about words.

They're powerful. It can make or break a relationship. They can also bring your world down, flushing it over your eyelids. It can make someone hide under their scooby doo covers in fear. It can cause sometime to change their whole life. They're a weapon, they're a guard. They're many things I wish I would've thought of, or could have been. It's just inconsistent me crying out for consistency. What words have been ringing in your ears today? If you hear me let me know. Remember, I'll be in the self help aisle.