Sometimes I like to write. I have no idea what about, and sometimes don’t even know whether or not what I write makes sense. But just to know I have control over something feels..good. To know that I can choose what it’s to say, and how it’s too look. It doesn’t always matter what it says, or shows others, aslong as I know I created it. It feels good to know, that, someone must know I feel, because the words exsist to express it.

Words are just words, individualy, however put in a sentence, they can bring joy, they can bring excitment, can even bring pain. Words can either be your enemy, or your friend. We’re so quick to say them in a hasrh context, yet when it comes down to really meaning something from the heart, it’s hard. After all, they’re just words, so why should it matter? Why should anyone care.

I love how they have such power. They have power over humans emotions, over friendships, relationships, jobs, and sometimes even life. We take words for granted, and throw them around asthough, that’s all they are; words. But think about it, really carefully. If they’re just words, how come when “that boy” said he didn’t want you, it hurt every fibre of your being? How come, when a “friend” uses them against you, you feel pain? How come, when a bride stands infron of her groom, and says her vows, it brings tears to their eyes? We all use the expression “Sticks and stones my break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” and we all, at some stage, say “They’re just words. Don’t listen to them. Who cares?” But they’re not “just words”. They’re life, they’re reality, they’re emotions, they’re pain, they’re happiness, they’re powerful.