Words. The pen is mightier than the sword...no shit, man. Words can slay or leave a wound more enduring than any cut made by a blade. Thank God there's such a thing as language, otherwise words would reek their havoc.
My friend was willing to lose me, permanently. It hurts, but when I think of the power of words, the result isn't too far-fetched. I was filled with panic, grief, guilt, and regret, because I missed a few words, while typing out several hundred others on impulse.
It sort of hurts that words can make or break me, but I guess that's the reality of life. Words always threatened my relationship with this friend, and language was of hardly any help. What do you do when words mean the same and language carries context differently? Conflict. Time was our only ally.
Will this friend forgive me? I hope so. If I lose one more person in my life, I swear...I could lose my mind, though, i'm scared now. all it took was words...
Words.
I could use a serious dose of Sex and the City. Man, o' man...
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