Don’t think our words have died.
Words don’t have a reduced life span,
Not even in a dead language
words cannot simply disappear.
Don’t say words mean nothing.
They were born from lives and pains of generations
And the essence hidden in them
Tells stories of long journeys and bloody battles.
Don’t imagine there’s no record
Of all that has been said.
It’s not in the paper and ink
That words live on.
Don’t believe our words have vanished.
All words ever spoken, all wishes and vows
Even those betrayed by us mortals
Will still live trapped forever in eternity.
100 words, memyselfandela, November 2013