​There’s a certain finality to a feeling or a fact when you arrange them into words in your head or utter them with your lips… that make them harder to take back and harder to suppress. 

It’s when the reality of things seem like a distant galaxy and now a meteor shower has come unnotified. Flustered, you duck for cover but still in view of a nocked arrow.

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