ome days there is only silence. It seems the words hide away, reluctant to step out into the light of the open page. They prefer to remain hidden, out of the glare. They do not like to be set down, exposed for all to see. The words would prefer to remain silent, hidden, back there, where no-one can see them.
There are too many words out there anyway, careless words tossed around here, there and everywhere as if words were easy, as if words were cheap.
There are angry words out there too, waiting in the shadows to grab you, mug your attention drag you down into the cold, wet, dark corners of hatred and fear, to beat you senseless with their hatred and leave you cowering bloodied and bruised while they lurch off in search of their next victim.
There are words out there that will sidle up to you, charm and beguile you with all their silken promises of how they can make your life a paradise on earth. They charm and cajole, flatter and… then suddenly you find yourself holding tight to what they claim is all their promises made real, and you know deep down that it was not what you wanted or needed after all. What you really want and need is something they can’t sell and you can’t buy.
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