Focused, steady watching for a shift, a weakness or a break in this barricade of suppressed emotion. The consequences of this diligent submissive behavior to the fear that festers from past battle trenches where hands turn to knives, passion to pain and my heart is timelessly caught in the middle. Never to succeed over exterior uncertainties it lays slain by shaky hands and itchy teeth across seasons of changing faces. The outcome is still the same and the force of consequence patiently waits on the other side of this barricade and like a lion to its prey I can feel the presence of its danger.
The Great Collision of 1692