for argument's sake,

I mean what if there was?

maybe these struggles are more than ourselves, not self-given.

or maybe they are and we morph from angel to demon as we please and take the consequence of each.

look both ways! but you have to pick a side don’t you? at some point you have to stop running back and forth and just pick a side.

pick a side, make a home, make a heart, sell your soul or I mean see your soul.

either way, there’s only one way out and you’ll need to choose.

air out your dirty laundry or clean out your closets only to fill them back up with different skeletons.

now I am drawing a blank like my closet waiting to be filled again, see my mind is talking but I’m not listening so I can’t speak.

if I don’t speak, I don't feel or maybe I do and it all gets stuck somewhere in my brain until it starts leaking out my ears, til' it's coming up my throat and I am left in my own emotional spit-up.