Because Words Never Die

Even if you truly believe that they do, even if you think that like memories they fade once the echoes die, they have the life span of eternity. Words aren't objects that clatter onto the floor like nothingness; but even then, those are also there, the shards of what once was. The problem with a majority of humanity is its fleeting sense of attention. Words aren't tangible, thus humans often forget them. The ones that once existed begin to seek existing. How terrible, how pitible. 

What a lamentable loss!

Words,words, the very core of my existence. My entire soul latches onto words. Without them, I'm so sure that I would crumble into oblivion. I need these to survive, they're of utmost importance. Without them, my very being would be called into the question of existence. 

This blog, look at it. It's a testimony to everything! Without it, I would feel so lost.

I never say "Let me show you" it is always "Let me tell you." I can not find a method to express myself other than with words, spoken or written. I can't find any other way!

But now, now I find myself being held back in the process! I can't let the words escape.

How else, how else am I to make my case known? Words, anything not allowed free, will bubble at the surface until it bursts! Bursts, I tell you! Bursts and then nothing is left but a gaping and empty soul and the spectators left to muse at the rim of the havoc. 

I tell you, I don't want spectators. I don't want havoc.

I want peace. I want things mended. I want to make up.

I want a chance to do that.

But no. No, no ,no!  That wish isn't granted.

Of all the things in the world to deny me of, you pick this! Who,who has it in their heart to make me suffer so?

Do you even know?

Are you even aware?

Nooooooooooooooooooooo..

you have no idea how it wracks my heart all the while you go on pretending to be blissfully unaware, putting on the show of that accursed child that you still claim to be.

It's lies, all lies! Lies are meant to be fatal.

But they tear at my soul; imagine, your lies, my soul.

That isn't fair; but whoever said that life was?

I have always been one to love.

I have always been one to believe; 

to believe that everything and everyone was good

because God made everything good

thus, good exists in everyone

there were to be no negative intentions

just mislead sheep

but i still loved those sheep

But one of those sheep turned out to be a wolf

and i lost you

Now, now I know life isn't fair

And I know why.

Because for you, the words died.

Friendship. Love. Trust.

They all died. 

The icy winter frost that set in never prepared them for anything

Because you came back and burned those words and then stamped them deep into the ground.