Jane says

‘sticks and stones my break my bones, but words can never hurt me’. How untrue this frase is amazes me as every year goes by and I feel the power of each word as it sinks into my being. Words are just words. Or are they? Fat, skinny, messy, freak, loser, uninteresting, undesirable, unwanted, not good enough. Words more powerful then knives as they sink inside our memories. Words can destroy trust, words can create conflicts, words can make or break a man. Mere words are the starting points of wars. Without words, there is no action. Without words, there is no criticism. There is no verbal abuse by parents, no bullying from peers, no descriptions of perfection. Perfect! But, without words, there would be no way to express feelings more powerful then the earth itself. Like love. Ah yes, a word now a days thrown around like a few unwanted coins in a pocket: useful to those who have none, unappreciated by those who have it in abundance. Without words we cannot express the bubbly, warm, electric, almost painful feeling that comes about when love appears. No way to praise, no way to write about beauty. Its hard to imagine a world without worlds.