PRESSURE

09:45




It’s building up isn’t it, the pressure? You are slowly coming undone.  Your words are coming off like sparks, bursting intermittently. You’ve contained them for too long, there’s nowhere else to hide them.
And what are you hiding? The truth always comes out.  
Are you afraid of what is inside? Is it that much of a fearful thing, to open up, to be exposed, to lay bare all that you are? 
Yet you mustn’t. At least, not all of it. But you can’t tell what to show and what to shroud in mystery
Because you stand like a balloon, filled to the brim with water.
Stretching…stretching…stretched to capacity…

I reach out to you and your body tightens. If I touch you, you’ll rupture.
And you’ll drown. And I’ll drown
And we’ll spend decades rebuilding where we should have created extensions.
It’ll be a house that may never be finished.

~SOULTEA~


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