i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

it is my new mantra against a fiery temper that has only subsided somewhat over time.

but it is upsetting,

the truth is i am upset.

and to bury it is a waste of energy and an effortless endeavour.

like a heavy storm cloud,

the only method of dissipation is a downpour.

what remains to be controlled is merely, the area of most impact.

so i'll blow myself far out to sea,

where there will be no casualties,

except, its lonely out at sea.

but sometimes,

silence is the necessary answer.

right?