It's not about your words and sweet nothings; 'cos it's all a facade.

This time, it's not about the wordplay.

Words can harm and cut deeply; even unspoken words that live in the boundaries of others, that create walls of silence between you and her. Lies and deceit, reluctancy to speak; the rainbows they painted just to fill up the spaces between the two of you. The vibrancy of the reverberating sounds fail to reach you, only to pass you within seconds of whispers. The gantries of slipping and wagging tongues which flip and flop like tails of dogs open to the world; and you get hurt by their sharp edges.

You and her; what difference does it make? You and her; you with her.

A world. The size of 7 continents squeezed into one sphere. The world, yet so small and insignificant compared to the rest. Your height, compared to Mount Everest.

So what difference does it make?

Seconds of whispers, a lifetime of hurt. A brief moment of silence, an eternal separation.

Glory to the essence of time; the evil one that always fails us, and never notifies us before it passes by.

It just takes a few words, it just takes a bit of ignorance.