Words

I love words… they’re my favorite toys. I am good with words but sometimes it’s too damn hard to hide words behind masks and to reveal the right message. I love words…they have the power to make you dream, to bring you inner peace…or not…they have too much power…so much that they can become weapons. I’m good at using words as weapons…if I have to…but I don’t always like it. Too many dots, too many words, too less meaning…but it’s there if you want to find it. I like words…but I hate it when I can’t find them when I need them…they hide too deep inside me wearing a chameleonic skin. I like words…but I hate it when I use them to say what I have to say not what I want to say. The damn self preservation. I hate words…would you just settle for a deep meaningful silence? I’m good at that…just look into my eyes and while not speaking you will find there all the words that you missed here. I hate words…