I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.

Even The Closest Relationships That I Have I Know Could Potentially Fall Away. That's Not To Speak Pessimistically Or Negatively About Those Relationships. In A Weird Way, It's The Opposite. I Value Them.

Explanation Is Not Half As Strong As Experience But Experience Is Not Half As Strong As Experience And Understanding

Anger Is One Way To Respond To Fear. I Say One Way Because Responses Are Categorically Multiple.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?