Sometimes I snap. Not literally, mind you. But it’s there, and I think perhaps I have no control. And it’s what this is all about. Control. Control, of the situation, my emotions, my irrational outbursts. I wish it wasn’t so.
Take a breath. Your chest opens, slowly, and the numbing transience fills. I breathe deeper. Close my eyes. Think of you. Us. The brilliance of that. So joyous.