Each time I see this photo, it makes me stop and smile. But the thought is there too as to whether we intrude into the lives of others at times and don’t realize it….
Letters become words, words become actions
Do our actions speak louder than each word
When we give of our self and try to listen
Can we say what we said was really heard.
As you read these words do you feel anything
Too often we let our fingers do the walking
Letters on a page have no real emotion inside
So we make up feelings, rather than talking.
We’ve become a society of electronic beings
A lost art in the voicing of the words we say
We text, we type, we chat rather than speak
Make up emotions as we rush through our day.
I have to wonder if our meaning gets across
Maybe it is that our words only seem to intrude
For too often responses come not as we had meant
In the end, emotionless words mean we’re screwed.