I don’t know why the words get so jammed up in my mouth. I choke and sputter and spit them out, coated in confusion and tasting of loss. In my head they are icy-smooth and creamy, clear and meaningful - promises of something better.
Words, my bread and butter, and my downfall; my passion, and my nemesis. These uniquely human nuggets of meaning have so much power to create and to destroy, with so little middle ground.
Candy-coating the truth doesn’t make it any less bitter. Writing it only removes the delivery – the words still hold their sharp tang, their lip cutting edges.