| better words . . . . here there and everywhere |
It's so easy to tell myself that it isn't worth it. To shut up, to take the higher ground that everyone talks about. Frankly, the higher ground is overrated. I've been there, silent but fuming, holding back evil evil words. The person just walks away, convinced they've silenced you with their wisdom, that they've outwitted you somehow because you're not yelling back, that you've lost your ground and nerve. I don't mind looking childish, foolish, ridiculous. If you stoop, I stoop. You yell, I yell. The world has pissed me off today. |
better places . . . . over under and through |