The Hush

Sometimes…ego shows up as madness, disguised as constriction. The squeeze, the breathlessness…the attempts to quiet you. Ever so elegantly and politely. That is far more dangerous than any out of control fire. By the time you realize it’s happening… It could be too late. I speak of my own self detriment. My own need to…

Tell Me – A Poem

Tell Me Tell meEverything will be alrightThis love is waningAll because we’re terrified. I prefer darknessPlease don’t move me to the lightWake me againAll because one of us died You’ll have to bury meYou’ll have to dig my graveYou couldn’t save meBecause all you had to say… Was. I need you, more than I needed…