Words breathe fire like the flame from a pheonix as it rises from the ashes. Spitting hope and faith for a better future as it ascends from the darkness and lights up your mind.
This shining beacon of hope need not know your past misdeads. But only inspire you to become something better.
Judgmental it is not. The kind words spoken soothe the burn that words can also give. As evil spits hot ash onto open wounds and incecurities.
Scrawling loose thoughts on sheets of paper as words release my inner self.
Words have the power to heal and hurt. They can be whatever you percieve them to be. Use them carefully.
~Larko
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