words

Around one in the morning, 
I become a [terribly unskilled]
but [outspoken anyway] poet.
No apologies.

One of the more
dissatisfying
feelings in life is
searching for something
unknown and
not finding it.
Like words.

Words can be difficult.
But words can be beautiful.
Ultimately words are probably worth saying,
because if you don't say them you'll just regret it.

I recently had a friend give me some words
and I didn't take the words the way
that perhaps
they were hoping I would take them
but at least
now they know.

Without words
there's just a massive
uncertainty -
What do you think
about that?
How do you feel
about
such-and-such
or
so-and-so?
What's
on your mind?
Questions
hungry for
answers.

A few months ago
I gathered the opinion that
saying
"I love you,"
was kind of a
frivolous exercise.
Just words.
If you really love me,
show me.
If you care about me,
be there for me.
Live life with me.

But my opinion is
slowly changing.
It's not an awful thing to hear,
you know.
Frivolity is
after all
fun in itself.

But:
"Show me your faith without deeds,
and I will show you my faith by my deeds.
You believe that there is one God.
Good!
Even the demons believe that -
and shudder."