And just like that the world we live in, the one between our ears is thrown apart by a stray word. I don't know why we should care about words so much, why they must reverberate in our minds until the feedback is screaming.

But there it is. How fragile are days become twisting between good and bad with the flicker of the tongue, the parting of the lips. Sounds, words, phrases that our minds can't take.

So this parade of letters swirl unjustly until somehow they are finally pushed out of our minds into the registry of the past, filed under - Worries.

Of course I use "we" so that it's not as painful as the solitary "I" - so I seem less strange to hear myself talk.

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