Words are like water. They flow over and around you and immerse you
in empathy. You can feel their warmth or
feel their coldness. They seep into the
crevices and cracks; they soften your resolve.
Words are like stone. Hard and unyielding they are the foundation
of our world. Great fortresses are built by stacking them, one upon the
other. Carelessly thrown, a word strikes
hard and bruises deep.
Words are like the wind. Mysterious and ethereal a spoken word is never
seen, deeply felt but never held. They skip
across the miles effortlessly and given time, words can erode the mightiest
edifice.
Words are like fire. Words can light the world, illuminate with
substance and chase away cold ignorance.
Words
are like a fishing net. I hope my words will hold everything I want them to
say, but I know they cannot possibly hold sufficient meaning. My words are small. Cast on a great
sea, too much is left unsaid.
How powerless I am to comfort you with
mere words. How fruitless is my attempt to assuage a grief so deeply
felt, a loss so closely held. Damned by ineloquence I will simply say - I
love you.
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