I love talking

But I also hate it

So much communication

And contradiction

You could make someone's day

Their life

Or you could destroy

Tear down

Watch as they suffer

Mock their tears

Watch as they walk towards their death

As they take their own life

But

You could also build them up

Give them the motivation to go on

To continue

But some words

Some phrases we get attach to

Almost as if they scar

Or brand the skin of our bodies

And we see them every aching moment of our lives

Words could change a person

For better or for worse

Words from others or even words from yourself

I love-hate words

Speaking

Writing

You could hurt or help so many

And so many are squandering this act of expression

To make it so others cannot express what they're meant to

I'm not talking about any specific politics

Or anything of that nature

Just

Words.

They're over-underused

Under-overused

So much said but so little actually mean something.

Its said to pour out

And you can't stop

But also get stuck in your throat

And leave you mute and hurt

I suppose it depends

On the words you are

And the words you say

And that's all out of my hands

As someone who makes

Simple observations

And writes this down in this

Blessed

Accursed

Language of ours