Turning Tables.

i've been living in a castle for a long time.
a really long time.
and now it's the moment when the castle is being stormed, and i'm at the the top of the tower just pacing, thinking of anything that could keep these walls from crumbling down.
but they are diminishing.
do i choose to go down along with it proudly?
or do i cower, and scale along to safety?
either way, my comfort zone is shot.

"actions speak louder than words."

that's true in a lot of sense, but since when do we make actions instead of using our words?
people are hurt by words all the time.
even though that's all they are.
words.

what makes it even more ludicrous is that some words hurt us even when they aren't told to our faces.
from another person straight to someone else.
it always passes down the line, like the game "telephone".
and when you play telephone, the phrase or words said at the beginning are completely different than at the start.
it spins out of control.
and that's when "drama" begins.

i don't want to participate in stupid games.
i don't want to listen to others state or repeat something that they know nothing about.
because honestly, that's where immaturity comes from.
"i may act like a kid, but at least i have some class."

but yet, with all that information...
faith still comes into play.
changes up the whole game, until it's not really a game anymore.
it's just hope.
just vigilance.
just faith.

faith in people.
in their words.
in their actions.
in their habits.
and in their character.

it's what makes them who they are.

i have faith in a lot of things.
but sometimes...
it isn't enough.

with love and light,
eve morgan