My frustration lies flat in my stomach. Pressed against my diaphragm. The pressure of vexing makes my jaw ache and my throat fill with saliva.
I know with utter certainty that if I were to open my mouth, I would puke boiling red rage. The fury of smoldering lanterns. My throat coated with black bile bitten back.
The anger of entitlement made cognizant to myself.
I blink slowly and tamp it down with the mantras of 道. Breathing in doctrines of yin. Hissing out manifestos of yang.
An internal battle unappreciated. Hard fought, and drawn long.
12:02 a.m. - 2014-08-12
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