scrambled.

“Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg before it is broken.”

-M.F.K. Fisher, The Art of Eating

Words are our ‘eggs.’

Once words are uttered, muttered, declared, whispered, shouted… “Crack,” goes their shell.

Once a thought is shared, it, too, is like the egg that has been broken.

There is no return.

Like the egg.

Broken.

No return.

Words once said can never be unsaid…their shell has been cracked, and like an egg, their protective casing has been broken.

And their meaning? Scrambled.