Words.
At times they have no meaning,
And at times they are the most important thing in the world.
I despise words.
Despise the way ink meets paper,
Despise how line after line marks itself into existence,
Despise the way words make me feel.
Words have a way of creating worlds unknown,
A distant faraway land called imagination,
A world that is full of trickery and fools,
A world that is filled with words.
Words can carry a legacy full of despair,
Or lies filled with honey,
The difference is blurred in my eyes,
They are words all the same.
Yet I never know the right ones to say.