Words are a fickle thing.

Everyone can think the same thing when being told a sentence.

Or wildly different experiences that do not overlap at all.

For example, being told that a Christmas tree is red could have two different definition for people.

The line between a tree decorated with the color red and a tree covered in blood.

Context a helpful key but not always a deciding factor.

***

Memories are a fickle thing.

Matching the color of the future with the past.

Depending on the person completely unreliable.

An ice cream cone sometimes the line between a learning experience and a trauma.

Dictating when a person decides to shy away.

Perhaps those colors are the reason why the words are so different.

***

The mind is a fickle thing.

Never fully in control no matter how much you tame it.

Running towards whatever field seems greenest.

Lots of room for error and mistake.

Only learning when up close that the green field was just a painting.

Tangents that only make the gaps between words and memories wider.

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I know we speak the same language, but do you understand me?

Or do you hear me yelling when I am trying my best to speak softly.

Angry when I do not understand why.

I pray that it is not the case.

I need my reality to be the same as yours.

For if it is not, I start to feel like the fickle one.