words are knives, sharp and painful but also beautiful and well crafted
the forge is the mouth, it spits sparks of ideas once lost long ago to the ages, brought back to life by a single thing. the mind.
the mind?
yes, the mind.
the mind is the drawing board where the knives are designed, coming to life here.
if not for the mind and the knives spewed from other forges that are full of jealousy and hate, the knives we create and the choices we make would all be for nothing.
but who am i to have such thoughts?
relating simple words to a tool that can be used to take lives?
because it's true, words are knives.
a single human being can take the life of another through knives drawn in the mind and made in forge that we call a mouth.
but, that's not all these knives do.
these knives can turn into a beautiful bouquet of flowers
bringing light to one lost in a valley of knives our inner critique has forged on it's own.
so I'll ask you this dear reader, who do you want to be?
the one with a knife?
or
the one with a thorn-less rose?
YOU ARE READING
Late night thoughts
RandomThings I wrote late at night when i was thinking of a special someone, during the day when motivation hit me like a semi-truck, or when my mind brought the words to me, also a small amount of short stories :)
