#donttrustwords

Thursday, August 11, 2022 "I don't trust words, I even question actions, but I never doubt patterns."

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I create messes. Clearly, that’s what I’m cut out to do. It is never intentional, it just happens. A stir of emotions, with a pinch of excitement, a dash of worry and a cup or two of restless nights.

Why? You ask. Why do you like this?

Truth is, I don’t. I wish things were easier, clearer, simply understood without the need of speech.

I wish people looked at eyes more than they read or heard their words. I wish that people felt the glow of each other’s smiles and the warmth from their souls without uttering a single word.

Less words. When will people understand that less words are better for the world? Less drama, less hurt, less thoughts that linger in your memories for a lifetime. Words are not sincere, of course they’re not. The words we speak are a reflection of the environment we’re in. They’re not to be trusted. If your environment is one of worry, panic, sadness, excitement, freedom or madness, your words will reflect that exact environment.

Trust the eyes and the hands. They never lie. Do what you feel. Never say it.

And how I wish I could learn to do all this, myself. If only. No more mess maker.

The louder it is the calmer I am but the less I can live Its hard to hear with a storm in my head I'm just waiting for the eye But here I am aren't I you can hear it too right the music I play A screaming soul covered by perfect melody and a young voice