Thursday, July 25, 2013


Some people catch truth on the tips of their tongues like winter morning snowflakes. Sometimes they swallow it, and it goes straight through their veins. They have truth in their blood, and it cycles through their brain and kidneys and fingertips and lungs. They live and breathe it everyday. Sometimes truth leaves stamps on their hearts, like coffee cup rings or pen indents on pages. To them, the truth comes in stories. They never forget where it came from - the cup of coffee over where the conversation took place or the words that were written just for them; how the paper felt against their skin. Sometimes, truth never leaves their mouths. It melts on their tongues, lines the walls of their mouths, and surrounds every word that comes out. They have truth on their tongues and give gifts of snowflakes every time they speak.

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