I refuse to be defined by yesterday, rendered equal to the day at hand or held captive by the unknown that tomorrow will bring...Marques Haven ~

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These are just words right? They have no meaning… do they? That is, unless you are compelled to feel something. Silly thought. Could be the day, or possibly the night that has passed or the night to come. Regardless they are just words. Right?

Maybe they can serve as a signpost on a dark and twisted road, a road void of light with no sense of direction? Confused? Well so am I. That’s just it, in the presence of these words meaning is absent. Perhaps they would have meaning if the words came at the end of a rage-infested scream. Perhaps.

Meaning comes with the one speaking the words… possibly the receiver lacks meaning – understanding. However, this would require an existence between the speaker of said word and the listener of said word. Nah, that statement in and of itself lack meaning… right? Anyway, I’m done… they’re just words anyway