If You Think Words Make A Difference, Think Again And Carry On.

I won't write easy-to-read things. I will cause you to pull out a dictionary and examine every word. I will make the meaning hidden, a needle in a haystack. I will force you to swallow whatever pride it is that covers your eyes because sunglasses in the dark have never done any good. You want lemon honey tea, to coat your sore throat as it goes down. But dear, all I have is a mug full of bleach, if you're so ready to drink then you'll have to deal with the sting. It was rolling hills covered in poppies that you expected, sweet red opium powder to dance under your nose, velvety petals pillowing up to cushion your head as you slowly nod off. Instead, you walk through a darkening forest, and your foot gets caught in a fox hole, and your ankle twists like the branches above you. Here, there are no streams for skipping rocks and gentle wading, you cannot doggy-paddle to the bank when you fall out of your boat. Because I stand under the waterfall with my book held above my head, and around me is a thousand feet deep chasm walls made of harsh truths and rough words; they're sides that creep in, ready to tumble down on anyone who tries and push the leather-bound words into the water that comes up to my knees. You want a snow globe for the shelf, soft flakes fall after easy shaking, providing the perfect picture. But I am writing in worlds built on the foundation of Tilt-A-Whirls, spinning, and spinning and spinning, all while a storm cloud bubbles above, it's not snowflakes that fall but softball sized hail. My words will not envelop you like a blanket, in a warm room, where the soft glow of a night light brings you comfort. They will shred your skin like dull razor blades, they will drop you in the middle of the Pacific with nothing but a hundred and twenty-pound weight to help you stay afloat, they will burn your eyes in the same manner as staring at the sun. You want the nice stuff, the love poems, and soft words. But all I have to give is the truth, and if you haven't noticed, the truth never seems too soft.