pulling them with leashes
telling them to heel.
all is still and the blue sky shines.
and no one knows of the undying wars within us.
a smile is a good shield.
but only a good shield.
sixty smiles per hour; my mouth hurts.
almost as much as my eyes hurt.
almost.
i fear the essence of solitude, and with fear comes the responsibility to reason with myself. i must persuade my heart to follow my feet, overlook the bruises, and keep beating.
this is simply written, yet hardly done.
