Sometimes, my worlds collide, spilling over into one another. Sometimes the poison from some previous wound has worked its way to the surface for release. There are times when I don’t realize that that is what is happening until after the fact, not quite like the delirium of a fever, more like sometimes the words are the expulsion of venom as my system rejects it. So then I must count on you to know that my heart is not bitter, to know my real feeling, and that they are only passing moments. However, sometimes fierce.



Categories: letters in the rain, love, philosophy, prose, romance, writing

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