there are certain things
which need not be thought,
these weigh heavily on our minds.
these things can’t be thrown.
they are sticky like sap.
like a sickness.
in my stomach i can feel the swaying and frothing.
if douglas adams, god resty his soul, were to have made a word,
i would use.
alas, i am, as of yet, unread.
if i should read, i will provide.
relief comes with talk.
however, how often too does distain
and self hatred/disgust.
it depends upon the person.
the persons to and from.
find the right person(s).
i may have found the right person(s).
and now, this too, is too much.