“Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre
Once the words fell from her lips, there was no going back. There was no questioning, no wondering the intent of her purpose in this life. She spoke the truth after using up all the lies. Words touch the soul hold more significance than hands touching the naked body. The stars sparkled above her as she lay on the dock alone, watching the universe shift as the moon moved from one horizon to another. Shooting stars lit up her mind, like moments filling up her summer life. Words hold the keys to different doors she had yet to explore, yet to know, yet to see. It's silly, actually. How words contained in thoughts can make the stomach flutter with joy or nerves. How seeing isn't believing and knowing is never quite certain. She thought she knew but she wasn't sure. Unlocking the door, the key didn't budge. The danger of words is that once they're let out into the universe, they are free to go wild and take on a life of their own. There's no stopping how others will think of them. Floating in and out of ears, the words that fell from her lips were no longer hers. They left just as summer began to fade into autumn. She learned the hard way. Speaking without thinking with full meaning will release emotions that were bottled up for too long. Words got stuck in her throat, she almost choked. The door vanished. The life she had dreamed for herself shifted. Looking up at the stars on the dock as a soft wind blew, she no longer dreamed of love. Instead, she dreamed of what she could become.
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