WORDS TO OOZE THE TACIT EXPRESSIONS ENSLAVED WITHIN ME
I normally indulge in a litany of frenzy lacing of words to ooze the tacit expressions enslaved within me, It eases my inner self and keeps my face from streaming with silent tears that threaten to flood when ghosts of my gruesome past clank their medieval chains in the path of my happiness turning my joy into ashes in my mouth. It is my ritual you know, I love making strange words burst out into hollow laughter on a piece of paper as they get acquitted to each other, I fancy sitting in silence, in a silence filled with many of my unwhispered stories, A ritual I uphold often. I sit and meditate, caressing antagonist expressions in my mind until a large enough visible consensus vocalizing a poem is reached and then I lay it down like so: I have lived a truly sheltered life, burrowing deeper into the bubble of seclusion, I am not interested in being that laid back human anymore. You see, this thought of you came to my mind, I wanted to ignore it but then it got in my head an