Why is it that even now, the truth is never really spoken aloud? It's alluded to, skirted around, implied and left open to interpretation. It's honey coated, glimpsed for a moment and abandoned, left hanging in the air like a giant bos that everyone can see but is pointedly ignoring. But the blunt and honest answers are the most difficult ones.

Sometimes they cannot be said and sometimes we do not want to know. We brush over them and carry on regardless. But there comes a point when it has to be done. When the hard words have to be spoken and the dice fall where they may. I understand I am a culprit for it, but I do so like to keep things simple, the way they are. I am always so afraid that things will change, that once spoken those things cannot be overcome or moved beyond.

It's not always the way though. Sometimes people can surprise you.