My words of power

The last thing i wanted was my blog to become a page of my diary.... but somehow this seems to be my only way out... not that i dont have other options...not that i havent tried those options... just the sense of guilt afterwards is not worth it...or is it.. cause just writing here does not seem to give me anything back... no guilt, no respite, no sense of achievement all in all...no escape. today was the day of cliches...was walkin besides the canal...was happy cause one of the obstacles had been taken off my path...the path i know is the right path...the path which i supposedly am destined to walk...one which came to my mind was "good men always win in end" or something similar to that...but the thing is that i havent seen any good man winning the lasts... the sound of dreams shattering cannot be heard... these good men are like the fragments of these shattered dreams...un heared... weak and pretty pointless as of no use...not that i dont admire their courage or lets put it this way of being an important factor in keeping the oh so famous balance of good and bad...
well anyway...that word "anyway"...i was once told that words have power and i always thought that the words which had power were probably something out of Koran or some magical words like spells...today walking besides the canal i realized that we all...every single human being know these words of power...and mother of all suprises they are nothing like the words i thought they would be...yes they have power to move the mountain... and yes they have the power to bring tidal waves and open magical doors...but these moving of mountains, these tidal waves and these magical doors are nothing like what we could actually see with our eyes... they all are some where so far... yet so close... for some they are aware of it but for most they dont even know that they all have been always there... they dont even have words to express because all they can do is feel... that sudden twist of stomach... that sudden missed heartbeat... that sudden rush of colour to a face and that electrifying tremble in fingers... the hoaresness of voice ending in a wisper...all these because of the power of words...anyway...wha..yes...no...my words of power....

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