Minions, I come to you extended to a self enforced halt! I have watched my heart boil and spill over in the spaces of my chest a million times over, a kind of spilling over that mysteriously and quickly turns into upward avalanches of words that unconventionally choose to go up stream clutching to the grooves and specific indentations of my vocal cords. Most of the times my head gets jealous, why are those words so big, why do they try so hard to be spoken, what is it that makes them brim with layers and fold themselves to fill the shoes of their meanings and surpass the depth less surfaces of their letters... why don't the brain words go up in flames too... and in those most of times, the head, in what might be its only senseless childish act of petty sabotage, stops those avalanches... halts them at the very tips of my tongue and watches them tumble over each other in hollow victory! In terms of myself, I am the hesitant head whose fear of burning out is wrapped in petty jealousy, I am the heart that keeps expanding only to suddenly shrink and ooze all its light out... I am a guru of ajar doors and words just barely left unspoken! Minions, expand the overlapping of courage and cowardice of my warring halves, align me with me and as ever be there!
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