Short post – I have homework I need to do, but this is on my mind.
The words we speak – and the words we write – are ours, until spoken or published. Then, as feathers in a ripped pillow, they scatter as the wind would take them. Have your words hurt another? Have your words been the cause of pain to someone who turned to you for comfort and support? All I can say is before you rip open the pillow, check and see what direction the wind is blowing. You never know where your words – your feathers – will land.