i nourish and swaddle a terrifying loss inside of me.  feed it when starved and pretend its evil isn't being projected in front of my biased eyes.
unsatisfied.
deprived of the will to push something out of my throat, a whimper. an amber spotlight directed in a lovers' eye.
a deeply exaggerated mood. it's false manner suffocating the enlightenment that comes from being brave.
i will be brave.
brave for the perpetual satisfaction of a wave slapping a wet shore, an infinite amount of sunrises and sunsets. i will be brave for the last breathe to scrape out of a once living being.
i nourish and swaddle a terrifying love inside of me.