My head is swimming with words. Every thought comes clothed in sentences full of them. They come and go like semi-domesticated animals, demanding to be fed one minute, stroked or petted another minute, and left alone entirely the next.
They never quite depart for good though… Even when I am absolutely sure that I have forgotten the word for that thing that I was trying to tell you about. The word might not be there when I need it but is sure to resurface later when I am surrounded by disinterested strangers, on a bus to somewhere, thinking about something else.
Funny then isn’t it that we still tell our children that sticks and stones can break our bones but words will never hurt us.
The most careless of whispers stays with us and can do damage long after the utterer has deserted us.


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