Lo Spargimento
Isnβt it nice to feel embarrassed? To look back on your behavior and truly observe it? Oh joy, I did it again. I said too much ugly shit that only time can take back and dissolve like waves on the shoreline. In the moment I could care less. The ego shedding itβs scaly sags. I mean it all, every word I say, in that fiery moment. Iβll take the blame. The responsibility for my weakness. Itβs piss poor of my judgement. It serves no merit to my character, yet I go down with each word. We are the stones we throw. Some day maybe Iβll know- to shut up. Β











