One of my favorite songs has lyrics that go as follows:
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Truer words have not been spoken. I find it amazing how words, with no arms and legs of their own, can hit you like a punch in the stomach. Words batter and bruise and leave lasting scars. Those wielding words of violence have no idea the power they posses. Yet, all it takes are a few careless words to erase the wall of safety that was erected to keep out the demons of the past.
I wish I could speak as though I've never hurled razored words at someone. I wish I could say that I've never spoken words for the mere pleasure of inflicting pain. All I can say is that I try every day to not become what I have escaped from. Yet, despite erecting walls to keep out the sorrow, it only takes a few simple words, spoken in a fit of anger, to blast a hole in the facade and have the past come flooding in.
Zombies happen and when they do, you just need to add whipped cream to your coffee. And maybe some Bailey's. You just do.
People should read this.
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