Focusedheart
Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
There was a steadiness to her hands. Words flowed from them with a speed that her mind demanded. It was a strength. It was her strength. The power of words. To create and destroy in a way that only words could.
A blade reaches flesh and organs, words strike hard to the soul, to the mind.
The deadliest thing is words that inspire negativity. Creating wounds in another that only can be inflicted if the hearer allows them to penetrate.
Yet these words now that flow from her mind, they are not negative. They are not striking out. No they are words that flow from the mind. Words that just happen to pick such a time to be unleashed and who is she to refrain.
Flowing of words, of creativity. To write, to type, to express that which comes to mind.
A blade reaches flesh and organs, words strike hard to the soul, to the mind.
The deadliest thing is words that inspire negativity. Creating wounds in another that only can be inflicted if the hearer allows them to penetrate.
Yet these words now that flow from her mind, they are not negative. They are not striking out. No they are words that flow from the mind. Words that just happen to pick such a time to be unleashed and who is she to refrain.
Flowing of words, of creativity. To write, to type, to express that which comes to mind.