The mechanics of communication. She

At times it hurts, and I begin to question my sanity. I begin to wonder if perhaps I was a little too harsh, or if perhaps I blanked out during parts of my life, that I cannot now remember what is being presented to me as evidence. Evidence of my failings and the ways in which I once again fell short of the glory I never sought. I tremble, well my lip trembles. I bite it, hard. This is simply not the time to fall apart. I wonder when it will be time for me to fall apart, coz I feel a volcanic pressure behind my eyes, threatening to manifest itself in the form of a waterfall, a hot burning waterfall, but a waterfall none the less. I sigh, expelling breath, because someone once said that this is a good way to keep the tears away. It doesn’t way, and all of a sudden it explodes. I shut my mouth tight so as to keep the sound from escaping. At this I succeed.