Words

Wish we do not pay attention to words that much
so that we could avoid the sharpness of unintentional
or distraction of misunderstanding
Yet we rely so much on words
they almost become our living selves
Then every time it is harder to find softer and more tender words
to come around and hug each other
to get us out of pit we just created with words out of our mouth
How do we tell they are coming from our heart
or from our little temper
Time is trying
the moon is trying
even the wind is trying to take them away
waiting for next batch of kindness ones to pull us back into our snuggling