The mind is a darn thing...it races ahead into dark spaces of our heart how much ever we may try to hold it back.
Saturday 26 January 2013
Words. So heavy. Yet so useless. Just words. They could mean as much or as little as the speaker may intend. But at the end of the day that's all they are. Empty. Whether promises made or feelings shared. They're just words. Nothing to back them up. No contractual obligation. Futile by themselves. Like dates. Which are just numbers. Stupid words.