sensory

Drawing lines in sand, knowing the tide will wash them away

when I was a little girl I wanted to touch the stars
but I know now I never could -
their beauty would burn.

it's all about perspective
perception
interpretation.
same facts, different truths
different conclusions drawn.
prejudiced subconsciously by our pasts
all words begin to have no feeling and hidden meanings.
Riddles wrap emotions embracing enigmas
bear hugging mysteries of human though.
how one word can be so harmless
to some, tossed casually, like a football in conversation
how that same word in different context, different context can
whittle words into weapons,
deadly, whether intended or not.
we are all fork-tongued, two faced
the desire to please is only over-compensated
by the desire to avoid conflict.
keep it short.
keep is simple.
smile.
nod.
move on.