It is a constitutional duty to get hormonal imbalances. It legitimizes the need to vent out, to rant, to complain - to be a wild animal. They say we are not ourselves when we turn into savages. We can apologize for being crude, rude and offensive later. Maybe we are just unable to accept how ferocious we really are, how we can bite one another. Really bite into one another's flesh and tear each other apart. I think that there is no need to apologize for being real.
I am left with nothing to play with for my hormones seem to have taken a vacation. This, now, is a dull impassive ache. This was the personification of a poker face, a mind bereft of arousal, a disabled tongue, a heart that had caved in. Now, a hole had been left in my chest. It was a hole that wanted to be filled, that I did not want to be filled.
The first thing to enter the hole would be a barrel of anger. I do not want such a vile smack for an aftertaste. Maybe, then, a teaspoonful of sorrow and three measures of disappointment. Question my faith. Question your faith. Question the people who asks questions.
I would like to have some tea with your sympathy. What I really need is your vote of confidence. The china has been broken but we always work things out.
Now tell me, how many more cats are in the bag?
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