Word Eater

I promise to bring you the truth as close as I can possibly get. In return, you must promise to never believe me. I may be wrong. I’m nothing special. Sure, I’ll say I’m the best thing since sliced bread, but I might be way off the mark. I’m tryna fuckin nail it, pin it, tame it, and torture it onto a page.

If we acknowledge something is true, then we can build off it like bricks and mortar. We build bridges using preconceptions and imaginative concessions. I agree to share myself with you in the form of written truth.

Pain hurts. Life is suffering. Sharing the burden makes the journey more tolerable. We can be plenty shitty to one another. My fingers are perfectly adapted to curl round your neck and also help you onto your feet.

What’s the most valuable thing I can give you? My words served warm on a plate.