Be more dahlia

Or make like Madonna circa 1988 and Express Yourself

Sometimes I think that if I were to be sliced open like a salami at an Italian supper words would come spilling out of me, dripping all over the table and floor and scurrying away in the relief that they were finally free.

I wonder - or I bet - that everyone feels this way, especially if they are not able to express themselves, for whatever reason that may be. For me, so many words and phrases are incessantly forming like stickle bricks, clogging up inside of me because nobody wants to play with them.

There is this interior waterfall of letters which (to use another awkward food-related analogy) should be scooped out daily and served into a sundae peppered with punctuation. These words, fizzing under the surface, get pissed off they are not allowed to pop up and so they saturate, bubble and ferment into layer upon layer of unwritten and unspoken experience. I imagine these unexpressed phrases like those fast-fashion desert clothing dumps, causing untold harm to the environment around them.

The more silent I become on the outside, the more the words swirl and pile up on the inside until there is a veritable swamp of linguistic stagnation - words that once meant something that can never be recovered because they couldn’t find the right way out at the right time.

Is there an easier way to relieve the turgid pustule of a life that struggles to express itself other than just bursting it and doing the thing?

There surely must be, because look how nature itself makes it look so easy. You do not see Mother Nature gnashing and wailing over the resplendent production of a dahlia - she just produces it. Night and light and soil and some little human toil contribute but one day the dahlia just appears, beatific. It is a creative force at the bliss point of creation itself.

I don’t have a pay off here. Just to say, a sliver of salami has gone. Some words got out. My intensely recalcitrant creative CEO turned her head for once, and allowed my little stick-brick player to have fun when no-one was looking. Phew.