Greetings friend,

Words. Songs make words sound melodic. Poems make words have meaning. Stories and novels reflect a tale or a morale with words. News reports on T.V and in the newspaper use words to convey that the world is a fucked up place. Words make up text messages and e-mails to transfer feelings of loss and love amongst friends, or just documents and datasheets for the economy. Words on labels and stickers inform and increase productivity. Sequenced and put in order to please, disappoint the masses.

Words. Sequenced in my brain to explain any misunderstandings. To straighten any problems, issues, dire conflict. I imagined it so perfectly. But of course, words fucked me over.

Words. They don't make sense sometimes. In poems, songs, documents, stories, movies they are produced to make sense. Words came pouring out of my mouth. Out of order- the mouth and the words. I should of had a sign on my forehead stating this.

Actions. Can show feelings but more importantly, the words that came out of my mouth. Symbolic of what I was saying but not what I was thinking and my true intentions.

Actions. Cold and demeaning. Ignorant and uncaring. Words can explain actions. Awkward and uncomfortable. Sick of and been sick.

Words and actions just put in the wrong context, at the wrong time.

-Annie