O Words.

There's gotta be a balance. But how do we achieve that balance-- which is probably different for each individual? It is funny how we can have so much to say at one moment, and not want to say anything at the other. And not saying things we meant to say, but wasting words on things beside the point. Or sometimes, being too stingy with words and not wanting at all to say anything (unnecessary or not) in fear.

Or sometimes, feeling there isn't a need for words at all... but at times, feeling that all you ever needed to hear to keep you going was that certain string of words.
Are words really that important? Are words really not important?


O Words,
played me the fool thee hath.

Why thou? Keepeth thee flesh yearning?
Thee, that hath turned upon mortal man,
in thy envy,
and fleeing, thou hath
pulled so-- hard,
on these heart strings of purity?

O Words,
I do detest thee,
In fact, defied thee i hath,
to little avail.

Thee that so tempt one,
to pursue after,
and to willingly be led,
into thy dark shed of
shadows of doubt.

O Words,
should thou be of non- existence,
this heart would indulge in belief,
this soul in consolation.

But thou that doth so exist,
and art thus real,
O Words,
Make mortal man wonder,
doth make mortal man desire,
to feel thee-- if even just,
breezing past
these ears, hungry for affirmation.

Well, just trying out Archaic English;) haha.