There are days when I have nothing but words. I have a million things to say and I feel all of them are important. Then there are days like today, when I have nothing to say. The silence deafens me, and I no longer feel words hold any power.
“Words are our weakest hold on the world.” – Alberto Rios
I also feel powerless. I’m exhausted physically and emotionally and I hate that there is nothing I can do. I am a mere bystander watching life, not able to contribute. And now all those millions of words I had before seem so superficial, so juvenile. Nothing has ever mattered to this magnitude and I’m afraid. I’m helpless. I’m scared. The only sentences I can string together are two words. I’m powerless.