Words


A word, in actual, is the smallest element that may be uttered in isolation with
semantic or pragmatic content.

There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you https://i0.wp.com/api.ning.com/files/DdUx35FtKnuHfIvxuvnWWfGLrelxjRt8nyItI9h1lNjPJbpLxlEKalnGIri99vJNcJq8I8fcoTVJiijjYpPJf8I5HiYi3qYX/EbonHeath3.jpgprisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic. We live and breathe words. They are the books that make us feel that perhaps we are not completely alone. They could be honest with us, and we with them. Reading our words, what we wrote, how we are lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way we see the world, its colors and textures and sounds.
Words allow one to say what they really want to, to communicate, to explain. In fact words are the powerful thing if considered and if used rightly. They act as the ultimate weapons if used at the correct ticks of the clock. Along with lighting fires in the minds of men, they  can also wring tears from the hardest hearts.  Words, of course, are the most powerful drug used by mankind. They can be like X-rays. If you use them properly, they’ll go through anything.

We, on a whole, are surrounded by WORDS. But the art is to use them rightly. Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you. It depends on how you perceive others and how you perceive yourself.

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