Morning, mehning

Ah, good morning.

This is what weekend leaves in its wake. A Monday!
The day gone by wasn't a wonderful piece of yahoo, and there is nothing but venom to report. Ugh, when two people are left to their own devices with slow sinking realizations setting in with each day that neither of you are particularly fond of each other, spiteful spoutings are bound to happen. Usually when someone is trying to eat breakfast, I guess it's fun to ashen food in someone else's mouth. I would know considering how often I've been chomping on ashes and swallowing burns.
Ah, beautiful life coloured a gorgeous brackish grey with renewed promises of setting a different hued gloom every second day.

silence that I sometimes hate is often a lovely thing to embrace.

We tread ever so slowly, like there's glass strewn all over the floor. One wrong move and you'd be in danger of hurting yourself with a quick gash that'll turn into septic the more you try to alleviate your seething wound.
The trick is to let the laceration open itself wide. Do not try to dulcify its enraged flow of toxins or else it'll only get worse. Slowly but surely the flow recedes to a trickle and that's when you can limp slowly out of the scene of carnage and swaddle your hurts with glowing ambers of resentment and sew them with unforgiveness.. though none of it helps a lot, it does make your heart feel a little better.