Words do not matter any more. They flow freely and abundantly in the daily life of every person, each passing one emptying the next of even more value. But when will the words arrive that stain our hearts with truth?
Poetic. Words are like American money; they no longer have anything to back them up, and the proliferation of them acts like inflation, ever decreasing their value.
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Poetic. Words are like American money; they no longer have anything to back them up, and the proliferation of them acts like inflation, ever decreasing their value.
Ironic, too.