You are walking down the street, you look up into the clear blue sky and see a small piece of paper floating down.

You catch it.

It’s your first ever words.

Soon more and more of them come down,

everything you’ve ever said, all your lies, your anger, your compassion, your bullshit,

your love,your insincerity blah, blah, blah…..

There’s so much of it, it begins to suffocate you, you can’t breathe.

You try to gather it all up,

you don’t want anyone to read it – do you?

Eventually the final piece drifts down.

It’s a piece of hatred.

You shove it in your pocket.

You have to drag your whole spoken life around with you wherever you go.

I guess you’ll be more careful the next time you say anything.