Words.

Words on a page. Unspoken, yet true. Still, what do they have the power to do? We spend our time paper to pen hoping for change but in the end it always. feels. the same. What if we change it, rearrange it, would that be enough? Or are we chained to habit with a self made handcuff? In Newton’s first law could words be the force? Could they enact on a thing and change its course? I want to believe that the things we say matter, but these days it seems most words fall on deaf ears. They are spoken but no one hears. Yet I am not one to sway my beliefs based on my preconceived notions about the outcome. That is something I refuse to do. So I look at myself in the mirror, I speak words and I do hear. I think them through, make them sacred, set them apart. Believing in the power of my own words is a start.