Words. Words are a useful tool for communication. With words one can create sentences and with sentences many a thing can be communicated.

Words are useful in creating worlds. There are unlimited worlds when the use of words come into play for the creation of said worlds.

I don’t know what I’m going on about and I’m really struggling with this this morning, but I shall persevere as much as I can.

Words have lead to many a thing destroyed and created and words have done many an image a great service, as well as a great disservice. They are as powerful as they are weak. It all comes down to how you use them in the craft of crafting.

Words are very important and I don’t think that it can be overstated just how important they are to forms of expression.

Of course, that does not mean that they are always required or even useful. An important part of words is knowing when and how to use them, for they can be misused and then wrong things can be communicated if the wrong words are used.

They are a useful tool and they are one that demands the kind of respect that people just seem to not give them most of the time.

Perchance if someone were to think about this, then of course there is the possibility that they may overthink and never use words ever again and that is not something that one could consider as being desirable.

When creating worlds with the power of words, one needs to make sure that the world is structurally sound. Only then can it be one that can be rich, desolate, etc etc in some way. If this is not heeded, then the world could very easily fall apart and then you’d be left with a mess on your hands.

Of course there are also poems which are also things that usually use words.

Words can do many a thing but they must be expressed in a form that can be perceived in order to have any effect.

They also can have no meaning, for it is us attaching meaning to them that gives them meaning. They do not inherently have meaning.

Or maybe they do.

I’m still running on nothing, but I will get to the end of this as getting to the end of this is something that I very much am striving to do, but it seems that the words that I am trying to use are coming out of me at a much slower rate than I thought.

Sometimes these things happen.

I can only keep on using the words that I have to try and express something with some form of clarity, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that it has to be an obvious clarity.

Of course that is just me making up excuses, but at least I am in the position to keep on using the words that I have in order to express.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:47:26

This kind of started out okay and fell apart the further on I went.

The magic of words!

Written at work.