We use them, every single second, every single day, they are apart of single person's life.
But they anchor us.
Because the words flying out of then destroy us.
Our reputation.
Our perception.
Everything.
In till we are left with nothing.
But are we nothing?
In the grand scheme of things, do we matter?
Who knows...
We don't...
Words will start something, and they will finish something.
Flying, fading, fracturing, done.