tomorrow there will be perspective, but today...

most of the time

i love words

but they have too much power

they can be so loud, deafening

they drown with sound and then resound over and over until I cannot see straight through the water walls descending, unrestrained from my rusty face faucets.

sometimes it feels like truth devours everything positive, reveals all the illusions that i was stupid enough to choose to get me through a few of the hours and hurtles me back into reality, stripped down to my scars and reminds me why silence was so appealing in the first place