I wish people had to sip their own sentences, feel them burn on the way down, sit with the aftertaste they leave behind. Maybe then they'd realise how heavy empty promises weigh, how lies slice deeper than silence, and how careless words don't disappear-they linger, bruising long after the sound fades. Some things spill easily from the mouth, but cost a lifetime to undo. If people were forced to consume what they so casually pour onto others, they'd speak slower, truer, and with far more care.