SO MANY THINGS TO SAY; I’VE CHOSEN TO BE SILENT.

A MOUTH FULL OF BEES WILL STING BOTH YOU & ME,

BUT WHAT’S THE POINT OF A TONGUE

IF YOU AREN’T WILLING TO BITE IT?

I’M NOT SURE THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS.

A BREATH OF FRESH AIR FILLS EGOS WITH INERT GASES; THEY AREN’T CHEERING FOR YOU, THEY’RE CHEERING FOR THEMSELF, INSIDE OF YOU; A BELIEF IN WHAT THEY CAN DO. A FRENZIED PACK DOESN’T KNOW WHAT IT’S EATING, ARE WE BITING OUR OWN BROTHERS? BLOOD SPILLED OVER SPOILED MILK, NONE OF THIS IS THAT SERIOUS. I’VE WATCHED BRIGHT EYES ADOPT SHADES OF GREEN, ALL OF A SUDDEN IT’S NO LONGER WE, BUT YOU & ME; A DISTINCTION ONLY SILOS CAN BREED. MISTAKING SHIMMERING LIGHT AS GOLD; BOTH OF US THE FOOL HERE. SITTING NEXT TO ONE ANOTHER WE REFUSE TO EAT THE SAME MEAL, TO BREAK BREAD WITH THE HANDS THAT MAKE US WHAT WE ARE. HOW DOES ONE SHAKE A CLOSED FIST? ARE YOU HOLDING ON TO SOMETHING OR ARE YOU READY TO STRIKE? HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT CHOOSES TO WEAR THE CROWN, KEPT AFLOAT DESPITE DESIRE TO LIE IN COLD GROUND. THIS THRONE MET US AS WE SAT DOWN, A TRUTH THAT STANDS THEN & NOW. NONE OF THIS WAS ON THE MENU WHEN WE ORDERED; ALL WE EXPECTED WAS SOME FOOD, NOT A CROWD. WEARINESS GROWS AS TRUE COLORS BEGIN TO SHOW. THE CURTAIN FALLS AS PEOPLE TUG AT ITS’ HEM; I’VE WATCHED A WHITE SHEET BECOMES RED, IS THIS TOMATO OR BLOOD? HARD TO TELL TRUTH THROUGH A GAME OF TELEPHONE; LOSING IT TO TRANSLATION THE FURTHER FROM YOURSELF YOU ARE. ACCOLADES ONLY MEAN SOMETHING TO THOSE WHO HAND THEM OUT; TRUE VALUE FOUND IN WHAT CAN’T BE COMMODIFIED. STRENGTH FOUND IN LOCKING ARMS, NOT BEARING THEM. IT CAN ALL BE DONE. WE CAN ALL FEEL LOVE. WE CAN ALL HAVE THE ROOM. I’LL BE ME & YOU BE YOU; DO THAT & I PROMISE WE’LL BLOOM.