Words

Don’t mind me, procrastinating in the form of writing another... what would you call this?

Words.

Thousands of years, thousands of tears

Thousands of sadness and loss and discovery and happiness

Thousands of trillions of seconds spent writing, improving, perfecting

Thousands of ideas and creativity and kindness

Thousands of words that sting and bite and harm

Thousands of more that hope and heal and pray

Words that never fade

Never go away

Never disappear

Words that can make friendships or break them

Words of ancient and wise people

Words that give hope to the poor

And kindness to the rich

They are a powerful tool

Words.