blowin' up

May 4th, 2009 10:00:24 pm - Subscribe
Mood: frustrated
lovely things:: dog walkin' in the evenings

If I have to keep myself in check any longer I might just explode. My head will fly off with that satisfying "pop!" while hitting the ceiling, the crowd will clap in anticipation of the beverage to come only to be disappointed with the bitter liquid that fizzes out and down the neck. Contents do tend to go a little sour when under pressure, except here it is quite the opposite kind of pressure. Keep your hands to yourself lady. Don't get all riled up. Lest Fig. 1 take place. Observe.

Fig. 1

So I suppose now I just bide my time and hope for the best. In a Fig. 2 state: calm, bottled up (cap firmly screwed on, with a patient smile and crinkly eyes) but with a dangerous potential. Keeping it in and hoping I'm not the cause of this. Sitting here on the shelf, waiting to be poured out so that the most can be made out of me. Waiting for that chance at ultimate expression of all that is cooped up inside; simmering at a slow boil, a tiny fire brewing.

Fig. 2

I get it. I get it. It cannot be helped. But can I let it out without hesitations yet?

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