Way too much going on in this head. My wall is slowly being chipped away. It takes all my effort to repair it constantly. Words seem less important after action dissipates. My fingetips are numb. I know further down the road the sun is shining, its just harder to see in the middle of the storm. I won’t stop walking though. I promise I wont. Just every now and then remind me putting one foot in front of the other is the easy part. Keeping the raindrops from burning my eyes is the chore.

Wishful thinking I guess but to no one in particular

She said
“Inside me lies a secret
I care no longer to ignore
Reach in and pull it from me
But only in the absence of remoarse”

Careful was the hand
I moved throughout her line
Guarded was the secret
She buried within her mind

Sinful was the process
I used to take her breath
Chosen were the words
She let escape her chest

Dripping were the beads of pleasure
That rolled about her face
Stalled was the reaction
Manifesting in her face

Coming, to her senses laughter
Filled the room
She had given me all of her
Except the secret
She leaned forward whispering
“All the while it was you.”