I love words. A myriad of different meanings lie within most. Words have power. Invisible, formidable. Power.
They can separate us from each other or build and fortify our identities. They can freeze us in a place of weakness or become the impetus that drives us forward.
Sticks and stones create wounds that can be obviously healed. Words can slice deeply, disappear and then reappear within a moments notice to show that they are embedded even more deeply than we could imagine.
They are the sleeper agents within our psyche.
But I love words. For without even touching another person I can create a response from them. With a few well-placed syllables I can weave a story, make a stand, rebel against the status quo.
The only thing that frustrates me about words in this blogiverse which I dwell with the unwashed masses is that you aren’t able to hear the inflection.
And that can often have more weight than an entire conversation full of $20 words.