Words

Words. What are they, really? Just sounds that come out of our mouths and apparently mean something, but to who? To who I ask. Is the queen of Englands word much different then the word of the homeless guy living three miles away from the castle gates? What makes her words so special amongst people, she may make good decisions of running a country but is she smarter then the town folk she oversees? Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, and Benjamin Franklin were some of the greatest minds in history, but they never ruled countries.

Words seem to mean so much to us but in reality they mean so little. What does honesty even mean? We give these sounds a reason for having meaning, but what is the meaning of the meaning? When we see the color red, what makes it have that name maybe the real color is blue and we just got it mixed up for all these years. If nothing can be something, then everything can be nothing. What is reality itself? Maybe we aren't alive, we could all just be imagining this and sooner or later something else wakes up?

right now I have no clue what i am saying, sooo you probably shouldn't read this

I also think I have finally gone kookoo