the truth feels bubbly.
you know, the rumbling, low in your stomach, when the truth is ready to come out but you’re holding it down in hopes that the feeling will go away?
but that feeling doesn’t go away. sure, when you’re out of the situation where the truth isn’t relevant, the bubbling dies down. you almost can’t feel it. but step into a room with that person, the situation, & it’s like you’ve shaken up a bottle of unopened soda & your hand is on the cap, ready to unscrew the lid.
your fingers itch for the satisfaction of the sizzle when the concentrated carbonation is allowed to release. but you know, like the soda, the truth will go flat.
so what do you do? a soda is no good when drunk flat, but it’s also no good to you when it just sits there in its bottle. do you risk it & hope that the truth will be drunk with delight? or do you keep it bottled, where it is safe from rejection?
but those bubbles are still there inside of you, even if that bottle is never opened. & you know it’s there, waiting for the release.
maybe it’s best in this world to let the truth spill out, no matter where it would land. because i am bursting from the seems with bubbles wanting to escape from me.