I have forgotten myself.

I have hidden the secrets to my soul deep within, and yet with a word of trust I can pull it to the surfaces

I find myself again, and truly see who I am, in conversation with others.

Thoughts alone can build to a place of fragility and falsehood that hold us in a corner we shouldn’t be.

So I speak them into existence. I am their creator, and I weigh them on my tongue. I taste their meaning, and I see how the face of others react.

Sour is the face of a strong thought, the context not fully communicated it hangs alone in the middle of nowhere. Defining itself in the void.