I feel furious.
Raging. Roiling. Boiling.
Tipping over the edge. Serrated edged and spiky. What the **** is this energy ripping through me. On the surface I appear calm, collected; cool as a mother ******* cucumber. It makes me smirk to think that I am hiding the cataclysmic chaos of my unfiltered, unchecked, fragmented, racing, wreck of a mind. Thankgod for filtering. The sieve that catches the crazy before it can leave my lips.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
I feel furious.
Raging. Roiling. Boiling.
Tipping over the edge. Serrated edged and spiky. What the **** is this energy ripping through me. On the surface I appear calm, collected; cool as a mother ******* cucumber. It makes me smirk to think that I am hiding the cataclysmic chaos of my unfiltered, unchecked, fragmented, racing, wreck of a mind. Thankgod for filtering. The sieve that catches the crazy before it can leave my lips.