Sometimes it is to speak completely vulnerably. To hand the trusted other a knife at your throat and remaining faithful that they will keep it steady. Only so many have sought to be cherished in their strife, to allow the love of another to wash over them in a sunset bleeding with the deeds they’d rather forget. Speaking makes it real, the words spell out the reality and hold strong in their machinations, the very intention of the speaker. A reminder that love transcends all that is for all that is comes from the love of the creator. Whatever form held by that moniker you subscribe to.

Meditate.