MiNombreEsMorose

Money can't buy happiness, and sanity can't be borrowed, but it may be stolen for moments and bring that home from work with you. The smell of grass awaking, now top it and release into the air its smell and your itchy eyed sneezes; the droning sound of rows on the go. Pretentious? But I have no pretentions. I remember liking to pretend when I was younger, now it's all so much stranger than fiction, and we never stop pretending so it doesn't seem as much fun to me now. Does your heart swell? Can you keep it out of your throat? Does it just jump up and lay you down? Not like being dipped gently onto the floor, but pushed hard, and then the ducts come nibbling on. I so swell. I try to hold it back, but I am Holland before the dikes and the unstoppable Dutch will. See the North Sea crash over and five seconds or less later it'll come again, gale or worse or glass it never ends. We are amazing, the hardest heads in the animal kingdom, and yet the softest. I know I'll never say anything unsaid before, so it makes it easier to babble freely, because none of this really matters. Okay, maybe a little. Just for a second. Just to see how it felt.