It’s
building up isn’t it, the pressure? You are slowly coming
undone. Your words are coming off like sparks, bursting
intermittently. You’ve contained them for too long, there’s nowhere else to
hide them.
And
what are you hiding? The truth always comes out.
Are
you afraid of what is inside? Is it that much of a fearful thing, to open up,
to be exposed, to lay bare all that you are?
Yet
you mustn’t. At least, not all of it. But you can’t tell what to show and what
to shroud in mystery
Because
you stand like a balloon, filled to the brim with water.
Stretching…stretching…stretched
to capacity…
I
reach out to you and your body tightens. If I touch you, you’ll rupture.
And
you’ll drown. And I’ll drown
And
we’ll spend decades rebuilding where we should have created extensions.
It’ll be a house that may never be finished.
~SOULTEA~
