One of my most dangerous hobbies.
Last night it led me to a cliff,
Gave me the option to jump and placed a shiny Saturn V in the crevice
It clutched at my throat, roasted anxiety in my eyes,
With the thought of losing you
Helplessness clogged my ears,
"You can't protect him from himself"
"You lie to your mirror. You're just another idiot"
"Nothing can save you from yourself"
But today thinking turned a mellow friend
His on-and-off companion, reason, tore through the glaciers of concern
"You can't always protect him,
You can't try to 'fix' him
He asks only for a shoulder and an ear
You can provide a moment of happines and
Sometimes that's the best anyone could ask for"
"Of course you're smart, you little ****."
If I were a zombie I'd never want to eat brains. Can you imagine all that pain in one digestive tract? It'd be like misery stew!