Some words, they haunt me.
Sometimes I read words and I don’t know what to make of them.
When I read those words, I question myself, and I question my ability to open up and to trust.
I find myself raising the walls another inch, as they close around me.
I keep so much bottled up inside of me, that I do feel the need to sometimes explode.
I want to kick, scream, yell, curse and throw something, but I don’t.
I don’t want to be that kind of person, and I am not going to be.
All I can hope, is that someday these words will go way.
Yet people in hell want ice water too.
Those words be damned.
Art by Loui Jover