how am i ever expected to speak about this?!
the poets speak. this should have been an anthem.
but please. listen to me.
this is a pain older than mine. memories of what has been and what never was.
this is my pain. my grandmothers’. and i don’t know who else. countless.
i’m not a strong enough vessel. this will break me.
and the words stem from the one who lives.
it tears away. everything. it hurts so much. i cannot hold all of this in.
w’nmut 3aleik – in a heartbeat. one heartbeat. make it happen. i swear on all that is sacred to me, mine for yours. i won’t renege back up lie weasel.
but i’ve said it and i stay saying it. i’m sorry. i didn’t know. and if i knew i wouldn’t.
how does it feel after three suns? from collective consciousness to the hoi polloi.
i have to re-direct. i can’t survive understand?
it’s night time. i’m alone. it’s frightening. delirious heat turned up to eleven.
sadness for anger, don’t let it be so.
unwellness unlocks this gate.
oxidised silver kryptonite.