words

words
words can mean so much and yet so little at the same time...
we speak, we trade words...
and in that moment the meaning of our words seems to create a reality - a reality conjured into existence by the act of speech, the act of collecting words together in just the right way to convey a meaning...
yet really...they are just words
and the meaning is not permanent, not static...
and sometimes the intended meaning dies away as fast as the sound of the word falling on ears and fading...
sometimes the meaning changes and mutates over time, leaving the words behind...

some words make promises which were meant when made
some words make promises which cannot be unmade
some words fail to make promises which could have been made

words are given the power to hurt, to heal,
to break, to seal, to cut, to deal , to hope, to feel...
they are the tools of love, the building blocks of friendship, the weapons of destruction, and the vessels of pain...
and yet, at the end of the day, they are just words...
nothing less nothing more...
just words