twist

Words are beautiful. Evocative. Provocative. Convincing. Deceptive. Manipulative. Soothing. Reassuring. False. Truth. Life changing. Love making. Power. There are so many of them, in millions of combinations, all strung together. They represent all the speakable expressions for every abstract idea or situation we can conjure up. But even in the best of circumstances, with the most genuine of intentions, they’re still contrived. They’re thought hard about, selected, before they’re crafted into something acceptable and let go. They paint and sketch. They lead. We follow. Blindly, and sometimes biased.

So maybe I’m afraid if I were to keep walking, keep following behind them until one day I catch a glimpse, a closer look at them, there would be nothing of any real substance or truth standing behind them after all. And then I’ll be forced to question who and where I’ve really been all this time, and what, of all that I’ve believed in, was in the end tempted into being by a few well-selected, nicely woven words.

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