Talk Isn’t Cheap

But how could I not talk about it?

Crap, I almost forgot. It’s been there for quite some time but I couldn’t bring myself to face it. It’s about time, yes?

And yet I come up empty. See? No words. I would like to say it’s because I feel that talk is cheap, but I would be lying. And I would just be saying it to cover my ass.

Words are not cheap. They never are.

I live for words.

I live because of words.

Yet here I am again, at a loss for words. Maybe that’s how my mind works: things that matter to me are harder for me to talk about. After all, I keep secrets really well.

That’s the chink in my armor then. Whenever someone asks about something and I have nothing to say, it means there’s so much I want to say. Figures.

Cat got my tongue. Well, I’m blaming it on the cat – and I’m sticking to that story.