february

the subtext of conversations we can't have has more consequences than the words that spill from our mouths. deep in the psyche it resonates of reasons that words fail to convey. the emotion that paralyzes is a physiological response to fear of the trigger of that gun we keep pointing. again and again. are you pulling the trigger on your imaginary happiness? i won’t toy with such luxuries as imagination and happiness. or hopeless romanticism. hopeless indicating a shred of hope? eradicating romance? i can’t afford such luxuries. if you aim to kill then pull the trigger already but make sure it bleeds out. and all that is left is an empty carcass. of what could have been. then set it aflame with all the passion in your heart. then watch it burn. and blow away the ashes on a wish. like a candle on a cake of too many wishes unfulfilled.