Some days words collect in my chest, just below my breasts. They mash up against each other like a big piece of Blu Tac and rest like a dead weight. I can feel their presence in every sentence i utter. I know they are there but i cannot speak them.
I am unsettled and anxious.
I know these thoughts, these words, these ideas are so close to my heart and so true to my person that they must be contained. I write, the words dont come. I speak, they dont travel to my lips. They wont move because they are afraid. Because within me they are safe.
What do i do with this heavy, sticky lump of Blu Tac that's glued to my ribs? Why is it that whenever i feel i have chucked it away it returns?
