I have an emotional attachment to the feeling of swallowing emotions. The feeling when you are about to react and then swallow the explosion and feel the barrier you are withholding to anyone outside of you.
When I was younger I would be an expert at this. In moments of seriousness where it was vital to remain composed. At a dinner with important people or upon meeting new influential mentors. In moments of confrontation I learned to slyly gaze beyond the issue at hand and be content to continue a conversation while an obvious altercation may have resumed. It was inferior to act out in abundance in front of peers. I was an expert in control of keeping my emotion from the barriers beyond myself.
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lamentable lapse in judgement
PoetryI do not ever want to disrespect the ocean, but sometimes when the moon pulls my tides, it does in the wrong direction.
