My emotions are clotting behind each other and the pressure builds daily. Unspoken guilt teases my tounge in attempt to escape. For what would seem to be raw fear would present the fact I'm too weak to taste the barrel of a gun. Yet from a different perspective I find myself too strong to give into that same weakness. I feel like I'm balancing over the edge of a great fall. I thought I had finally harnessed my life, but the stitching is growing anemic. The fibers of my sanity, growing anemic.
I stop to try and intellectualize my predicament, fingernails grinding up under my teeth, foot steadily tapping, eyes intent. What is this scramble of words I have vomited in an action to untangle some of my emotions.
I just seem to draw a blank.
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