Always staying the same
Yet still changing, fluctuating.
Like voices in a choir
Seeming to fit each song,
Each mold,
Each stigma.
Readjusting for each person’s preference,
Accounting for their taste.
Yet always meaning the same thing as they originally did.
Changing with the tone,
The usage,
The intentions.
Painful even when not.
Sharp like a shell,
Smooth as a pebble.
Solid like a mountain,
As liquid as a brook.
Dangerous to some,
Necessary to others.
But it is not the written word that holds the most power.
It is the spoken one,
Where a person invokes life into the words.
Where everything is really felt.

Good Future/Beautiful

Simply Words


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