It's pretty funny how words mean absolutely nothing.
How a piece of paper is meaningless.
Nothing.
The feeling behind it,
Materialized by your brain.
The words on a paper will never mean the same thing.
Never mean the same thing someone else put out down.
The geometric feeling that your brain calls on.
Handling,
Hoping,
Feeling.
It all means something.
Yet it's rubbish.
Value reasoned by the knowledge inside of your head.
'but they are my words!'
My meaning.
My heart.
Yet you will feel Nothing nevertheless.
Holding fast to those cherise
