Words are signs of life, they form images evoke emotions and like rain make foliage to rise, or an oasis to dry,
They make an outstretched hand to give, or slap.
N just like the ratio of production is higher frm a well-tended piece of land than frm one thats not properly tended,so is the case with words

Words make , they break, they gather they rake,  they scatter they fake. Word cause and heal wounds, they make hands feeble and also strong.

Words are like clay in the hands of the potter, a braid of hair in the hands of the salonist, a masterpiece can produce, or a disaster in waiting, words are windows to sections of the soul, areas that you wish to guide others to, areas you feel of but have never been. Like a compass in a clueless sea. Like a GPS in space. They make us find our path back home, or make us lost for eons,
they describe pain, our unnatural thirst, our demons and fairly tales. Words they...