Walls do not bleed

Words hold a great power, words are more than words, words are concepts, words are dreams, words are visions, they are butterflies, blades, they are delicate, or strong.
Very often people do not know how to use them, they simply do not realise the power they have and the effect they have. So they speak, they write, they allow themselves to use words in ways they should not, totally unaware of the disasters they cause, and the harm.
There is meaning what we say, then there is meaning in how things are said, there is a meaning in when they are said, and to whom. There is meaning in the order they are said. Words are also not commutative, saying something to A and then to B is not the same as tell the same thing in the reverse order. Words are thoughts, and the way they are said is a mirror of the way we think, or, in the way our thoughts will be perceived.

There is also meaning in removing them, and the moment in which they are removed. Words are things that speak beyond their existence. There is meaning also in not saying them, and the unsaying often do reveal even more, and way too often ends up delivering a concept that is distorted, and screaming it.

Then there are people who just do not understand all of the above. No matter how you explain them all of that. You can do it calmly, loudly, passionately, logically, they just dont, they can’t see. You can show them every passage and do that every day, and they just dont. You can show them what brings joy, what brings pain, what is seen as truth and what cannot be believed, and why. They nod, they make a polite dull comment, they may act as if they have understood, for a day, maybe two, and then after they will end up causing the same harm, show the same insensibilities, keep saying the same things in the same ways, hurting the same way, and in ways that they will never tolerate on them. Still they do, and they are not even guilty of anything, they just don’t get it, they will never get it, because walls do not bleed, no matter how white painted they are. But we must keep using words properly and not stop, or insensibility will devour our world, and we will be used to words used as void vessels.

Communication is wonderful, it is magical, it is delicate. There are people that excel at it, there are others that get messy, and say everything and the opposite of everything, some of them do it with passion, correcting themselves and stepping back to say again. I like them, they are sincere, they are cute, adobarble, because thoughts and feelings are waves and waves moves the flowing life.

Words holds power, pronouns, names, adjectives, the timinig, the spaces, their deletion, the warmth we put them when we speak to A, or B, the lack if it. The nearness, joy, or sense of duty, we deliver when we speak to A or B, and then the timing … and and and.

Walls do not bleed, but humans do, and words are human, like my blood