i remember when words had meaning
a certain twist to it, a power that left people to die in heartbreak for someone else
i remember when the words could move something in someone,
bring out the raw emotions from deep inside one's soul, if souls were a thing
now words just seem meaningless, a normal breath of air
and this angers me
because words never used to be this way
they made me feel something, something so indescribable which is where the irony came along
i could paint a picture in my head that was ultimately nothing but a colorful mesh, spat out onto the soft fabric of my bed
i could feel what they felt
the memories of my own heartbreaks or fixes would drown me out in the silence i never made
and now they mean nothing
{05.08.17}
