Miscommunication

Friendship, love, compassion -- Simply basic understanding and acceptance. How do we so often complicate, unintentionally, Our sacred, simple sanctuous connections? Twisted and contorted, the words set out in discourse, Turned into landmines and barbed wire to snare. Can words not be just taken at face value? Language - thousands of years yet still imperfect. Is it better to say nothing? Better to not communicate? Better to isolate? A different kind of pain. Isolation - silence is not golden. Which is worse?