Are you my
frustration? Are you the
grittiness in my teeth and the
sand in my shoes? If you are, I've been looking for you. I've been
seeking you out,
hunting you down, rounding you up. I've been searching high and low, and I'm just about
fed up with this mindless meandering race. Every day I'm
trying to outdo you. I'm trying to go above and beyond matching your pace, because simply keeping up with you
isn't good enough. I want to
bottle you up. I want to wrestle you into a container and seal it shut, stashing it deep down in the corner of my psychological basement. But even there, alone and in the dark,
you fester. You nurse your wounds and
plan your vengeance. And somewhere during my fitful sleep, between the nightmares and the still coolness that
prickles on my skin, I'll slip down and
release you.
You and I---we've created a box
worthy of Pandora.
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| Combined, we are an explosion. Together, we are a catastrophe. |
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Psalm 4:4
4 Don’t sin by letting anger control you.
Think about it overnight and remain silent.
(just thought I'd go with a Salad Bug sort of thing tonight ;)
Love you guys,
Kismint
