FLoW

 

When words are but a trickle

of the forceful river upstream

dammed by thoughts

damned by the fear

of unleashing the raw power of uncensored emotions.

“I need you; your existence is the reason I start each day”

seeps out as a safe and unassuming “hey”.

“I hate you so much for ruining my life”

becomes a quiet but poisonous “bye”.