there is only so much pain, heartbreak a man can take, before he withdraws and isolates.

incessant frustration, fuels an inner rage, that must be repressed if the self is to survive.

late at night, on the line between wake and sleep, where dreams and reality have no censorship, true desires are revealed, acted out consciously.

tell me
how to be enough
for myself.

while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation

alone together, weathering the same storm, all on different ships, large and small, some luxurious, some poor, hoping, praying for salvation not annihilation.

you have to be willing to nurture the seed
to see what it will sprout

one sip turns into two drinks
two drinks too many
words start spilling out of your mouth
words of hatred
words of insecurity
words of humiliation
words of mockery
if only that drink had spilled instead.