that’s quite a mouthful
Words. Words, words, words, words, words! I’ve so many of them, I build them around me like a fortress, but does it help protect me? No! Quite the opposite. It helps to tear me down. Everything I say can and will be used against me.
That’s why I prefer silence. Why I prefer writing. Then there’s an accurate record and things can’t be twisted and warped on me. If things are taken out of context, you’re able to show where they came from. Writing is safe. It’s silent as the grave. Timeless as the tombstone.