let your feelings slip, boy, but never your mask
in the quiet of night the mind grows unquiet.
i am unable to sleep, but i am not fully awake.
my life dissolves into a stream of paradoxes.
the stress and pressure consume me, my inner peace is shaken.
but outwardly i am calm like a bomb. ready to go off at any time, but unassuming otherwise.
these days i find myself highly volatile. not necessarily bad.
but not necessarily good, either.
it is what it is. and so it goes.
my only hope is to narrow my focus. to slash and burn the unessential. to only do what is worth doing. to only say what is worth saying.
let everything else slip.
