not with fists of fury, or guns, or any other physical weapon
back and forth between wet, and heavy silence
questions half answered, conversations moderately recalled
the retelling of thoughts accompanying actions
we wait for faint memories and the firing of neurons
that will place the time's feelings back onto our skin
through pauses, wishing, wondering and the experience of lonely
we fight
its the selfish thoughtlessness that hurts the most
so times like these instead of picking up the nearest brick i browse to meriam instead
an attempt to rush the overwhelming confusion out of my head
pure emotion, expression, truth-telling session
intent listening, searching, grasping, gasping
quietly
no need to damage, wreak additional havoc
no broken dishes or ripped clothes, strewn papers or knives through doors
better than any piece of equipment sold in small militia stores
scorekeeper, recording, documenting
protecting the composition of argument, exclamation, declaration of
intent, remorse, desire, guilt, surprise, distrust, love, anger, shame
though it may bend or break reality, there are much fewer casualties
with words
and as long as i can think quicker than my feet and hands react
its might remains safely intact
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