Words are like fire
Hot, refining, reckless, beautiful
They can calm the furious-
Infuriate the calm
They can spill forth like a waterfall
They can be mathematically issued in lines of perfect harmony
They can be thrown into jumbles and mean things they did not before
Words are like a tidal wave
They start with a ripple, undetected
But the closer they draw, the greater their magnitude is realized
Their destructive, cleansing, awesome power is something we will never
comprehend
Words are like a stifling, flickering start of a flame
They can be a soothing and warm healer in the hands of one
And a menacing, out-of-control frenzy in the hands of another
Words define themselves, each other, us, the universe, and everything in
it
If they define themselves, how will we know what they truly mean?
Do they truly mean anything, or do we merely perceive them to mean
what we want?
Some words, we remember
They mean to us what they may not to other people
They can make us feel beyond what they mean on their surface
Words are like a fire
In a second
They can change a life.