Like that carefully balanced pencil against a marble.
Like that paper kept under the fan in motion.
Like that old leaf clinging on to the branch.
Like that forced breath before breathing the last.
Like that acrobat walking the tightrope.
Living like that.
Yeah, pretty much on the edge.
He has a pattern.
He has a routine.
Or, had. Last few days were the witness.
On the breakfast table, he saw her favorite post-it placed right next to his bowl of cereals. There was a message.
He noticed another post-it on the table. A blank one. He remembered the promise he’d made to her. Of being truthful. That’s what she was asking for.
Angry and don’t vent out?
You don’t vent out because you think you’ll end up hurting someone.
Probably that someone is the one responsible for your anger.
You think like this you (can) show you care.
Well you’re highly mistaken then. 😛
This is the worst form of hurting someone. And this someone is usually the innocent one. That innocent mortal who probably really cares for you- and of course you would’ve failed to notice (for the dumbass you are) 😐
Owing to your stifled emotions (or rage) you’ll end up pouring out your annoyance (or frustration) (or anger) (or whatever!) on someone who’s not even remotely responsible for your miserable state.
So how about trying to place your anger correctly (from next time) rather than getting entangled in displaced anger and screwing up things? 😎
Seethe. But do it right.