Listening closely to everything we said, and suddenly what we couldn't say was obscenely obvious.
And my soul wanted to scream in a way that my mind couldn't quite keep hold on.
It squeaked out of me even though I kept my mouth fast shut, so I sounded like a kettle on the boil.
Of course you laughed, and once you did even I could see how funny it was.
And I laughed too, But the frustration was still there, igniting a madness that was bigger than I was.
Both inappropriate yet uncontainable, I had no choice.
The voice of mercy spoke through closed lips a high pitched squeal of absolute absurdity.
I was out of control switching between insanity and ensuing hilarity.
And then I was falling, and I was frightened trying to catch myself and it was gone.
And I don't really remember what happened then, but I think I was angry, maybe I still am.
I didn't know enough to begin to tell you what went down, I'm still not sure but Im trying.