Words have the ability, the strength and the bite to pain, wound and scar. They have the power, the drive and the determination to eat away at us until internally, within our spirits, there is nothing left. And although we have each experienced unkind, hurtful and aching words, although we have felt their sting and endured their constant burn, we turn to one another out of anger, jealousy, irritation and upset. We take hands, arms, hearts and minds- and proceed to leave markings, cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes- knowingly scarring souls for life, or for what is left remaining of it. And as we walk the streets daily, moving on from the words that we’ve spoken as though they have left the wounded untouched and unharmed- we are oblivious to the fact that this alone- is a reminder that we as a generation, have grown cold.