A Question and a Revelation
Wby is it that lately I feel like there's so much to say, so much to justify, to express, yet find myself utterly incapable of coming up with statements that make sense? Lately I feel that even when I notice something beautiful, I can't put the experience into words. Or I will think of a way to explain my experience, but only hold it for a fleeting moment. I feel like I'm tongue-tied. My thoughts become lost, the messages become jumbled... where is my vocabulary? when did my loss of perspective take place? I'm having problems with the manifestation of the intangible.
There's this beast that has set up camp underneath her desk and only comes out while cloaked in good intentions. She'll wrap her ferocious fangs and join the living for a bit of air and pretend to help you while really undermining your efforts. When she notices that you've peeked at her grisly weapon dentures, she just smiles and reassures you that she can't harm you, she just lives under the desk. Then she crouches back into her lair and waits for the next opportunity to strike.
If you go out of your way and explain a particular course of action that would negatively impact me, yet slip at the very end of the menace that it's not how you want to feel and that you definitely don't feel that way at this moment - you only reveal that you are indeed thinking about that course of action, and that you're a liar. Sooner rather than later I won't have that green lasso tied around me and I'll just get up and walk away from you with a peaceful conscience because I've seen your motives this whole time. Even when you lie and try to portray an image of vulnerability, I know when it's just a mask you wear to make me think you're on my side. You don't fool me, however, and yes - I know you talked about me the same way that you talk about them now. Why wouldn't I think you'd treat me the same?
Acrid tongued beast. You reek of corruption.
There's this beast that has set up camp underneath her desk and only comes out while cloaked in good intentions. She'll wrap her ferocious fangs and join the living for a bit of air and pretend to help you while really undermining your efforts. When she notices that you've peeked at her grisly weapon dentures, she just smiles and reassures you that she can't harm you, she just lives under the desk. Then she crouches back into her lair and waits for the next opportunity to strike.
If you go out of your way and explain a particular course of action that would negatively impact me, yet slip at the very end of the menace that it's not how you want to feel and that you definitely don't feel that way at this moment - you only reveal that you are indeed thinking about that course of action, and that you're a liar. Sooner rather than later I won't have that green lasso tied around me and I'll just get up and walk away from you with a peaceful conscience because I've seen your motives this whole time. Even when you lie and try to portray an image of vulnerability, I know when it's just a mask you wear to make me think you're on my side. You don't fool me, however, and yes - I know you talked about me the same way that you talk about them now. Why wouldn't I think you'd treat me the same?
Acrid tongued beast. You reek of corruption.