Words, and words

    The old wizard says, "words are our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." 

    The wise say one word can be powerful enough to make or break - an empire or a heart. T

    hose who know the truth, also know that words are often powerless, rebounding off the hard walls built by the mighty, the heartless, or even the introvert.

    But when it comes to her, it's only words, and words are all she has, just like the song says. Mundane, meaningless words. If no one wants them, she will keep them to herself, packed in a forgotten tin box with yellowing letters and envelops. 

    Maybe someday, someone will again want to see them. But then, she might be somewhere else. Somewhere, where her words will not come out like this - full of doubts, haphazard, confused. One day, she won't blame herself for wasting too much time on words that are lying here and there like the toys of an untidy child. Then her words will form themselves into a train of thought that will know its route and run its course, unhindered. 

    Maybe in some other world?