Empty words… Light enough to float far above one’s head.

I watch these words.
Some, the lighter ones, soar. Others drift.

All are meaningless, touching no one.

Always, eventually I forget they are there… accidentally crush them in my palms… for these words are fragile, are made after all, with just the ghost of substance.  

These words, I once despised. Oh, how I despised!
These words, *once upon a time.