words are hard to play with. they come in most eloquent ways if they choose to. unaware of their beauty, you attribute all the credit to your wit and capacity. they have their own memory, their unique way to keep track of where and how you used each one. if you are not as parsimonious, fastidious, or coaxing as they claim they perceive it as betrayal to their kind. and they do not forgive insincerity. they are very much like humans, yet on another level you need to understand what kind of a vessel you are. do you want to convey the truth, set a trend, voice a miracle, reflect beauty, yarn or reprimand everyone you know and recount the utmost details of shame?
words are fickle. humans are ambivalent.