People LOVE to talk
Sentences come out of their mouths like endless rain.
And it makes me wish that words had weight, and colors, and that we could touch them.
Maybe even grab them, and hide them somewhere.
If we knew where they were,
if we kept them safe and locked and they couldn’t escape,
Maybe everyone will finally only speak truths.
Because people talk.
They love to!
They never stop!
But words last the same time on this earth as a snowflake.
And as soon as their lips stop moving,
They begin to forget what they said.