Cul De Sac

I am inciting a new notion. It's about words and the importance and strength of it. A good deal after a business conversation could venture you to make a sky scraper or a multi-million Pesos worth of funding. But one ridicule of a gossip her or there, it will spifflicate you to pieces.

As talk becomes cheaper and cheaper, the words we utter everyday, either to ourselves or to someone, have also becoming to be of weaker value; promises broken, misconceptions turning to a scientific fact, misleading comments and suggestions, excuses, deceits, etc. I consider my own words as my cul de sac. I live through words! An opinion or news column with a fewer than ten words I haven't encountered makes my day! I acknowledge it by consulting to old Webster.

Weeks had passed, I was out of it. I ran out of adjectives to say. I was a mess. I don't know if few of my friends or readers are still paying attention to what I'm about to say. It's not like I'm worried about it. I just feel like there's a pollution of words or conversations going on every second. Almost everyone has something to say to something or someone. Even the old one-liners or one word-ers are masticated these days. Since this is a trend, I embrace silence much more. It won't hurt if a person like me will just shut up for the time being. I'm done with statuses and tweets, until the trend fades. Good thing I still keep my blog for an explosive or lame idea that only my consciousness and yours truly, are willing to comprehend.

While everyone speaks, I wrote songs instead. Enjoy it while I still can.

"The Innocent Dreamer" by Epic Proportions