What? Conscious mindtrick
Souls impassioned to each other
To hold
To drink wine
To whisper through the stillness of an evening
In talk so sacred only the ancient ancestors and unfeathered spirits can comprehend
    And pour a cup of their own to listen and laugh in joy
To love your life and see another's perfection as a full moon backdrop sunset dripping with the thickest ink with the most colorful pigment
Dear lovely
Dear sweet breaths
Your cheeks tell the story
Here I am not afraid

guilt is a debt left unpaid
it grow by each waking day
and the longer it sits still
collecting dust and others feelings
it takes more in its wrath

guilt is an infection
it spreads to every bone in your body
takes over you immune system
until it is all what every cell in ur body feels

guilt is a mindtrick
it fools you into thinking it’s over
then it wraps you around it’s finger
and like a serpent it strips you of any air you have left to breath

oh guilt
i stay a victim to your actions
a slave to your thoughts
unable to climb myself out from a hole of my own creation