A word’s potential power is not resembled by a loose crumb dropped onto the carpet, but more so a meteor thrust into an entire planet. Be careful what you’re tossing around here. Don’t deceive. Don’t attack, especially where your ‘thinking’ friends are concerned. You may cause enough damage, even too much damage. That’s not fair, especially when you know what you’re doing. That is NOT fair. This is a piece of advice, not an opinion of you. I cannot understand why someone would wish to be cruel, to do harm to something outside of themselves, seeing the mere action itself as a gain or an advantageous move, I do not understand, for it does not feel good to be bad. To venture slightly into the personal, I would say that you had picked up these flaming hot rocks, three times the size of my entire world, and hauled them into my chest; my everything; the home of my soul’s reactions. I would say that there is bound to be some reflection of this destruction bounce back to you, and if you go on like this forever, it is you who shall be destroyed, and you’ll have done it to yourself. The mind is so vast and full of delicate intricacies, and each is different, each interprets these words differently, due to having varied experiences of them and their meanings in the past. It is fair that not everyone would consider this every time they spoke, that is why we discuss a thing; that is why we confess past events, woes, loves, hopes and thoughts to one another. However, what one does and should always know, is whether or not the words that they are using, are telling a truth or a lie… if a lie, for what purpose? Is it a white lie, perhaps, to protect another from unnecessary awry? Or black like my polluted lungs? Sometimes, not saying what you mean can be forgiven, but saying deliberately what you do not mean is to use your tongue to spray poison. Little butterflies kissing gently around my ear lobes, probing such tender responses. I let them in and by the time they reach the source of my feeling they have shed their skins and become reaction-preying monsters, as I watch you contradict such certain, kindly words with such heartless, malicious action. They are already inside me. You have already released the destruction upon me, and I have to build myself back up, every time. Please, don’t do this; don’t do this to anyone ever again. I like you because you understand things, and because people who understand things have the potential to do such good, to help a great deal – I want you to get there, not for me, just because, the world needs us people. Instead you abuse your power, to inflict pain and feel dominance and security, it hurts me personally, but I hurt for the world too. I hurt for the situation, for the possibility of someone enjoying anyone else’s pain so I ask you, make this right. Go out into the world and help somebody, to repent for deliberately breaking me up for your own amusement do something beautiful, because you’ve made me feel so ugly.