~flowing Discourse~

i) It’s hard to listen to a broken man flapping in the wind of his own speech, while a void waits like poised snake ready to strike, and it isn’t easy just to watch him suffocate beneath sobs of self imposed sorrow, but what else can I do to clear the space he blocks. ii) I never considered myself a barricade something you could hide behind, and I thought we’d always find a way to stop erosion. iii) doesn’t matter that its quiet now the door has closed upon your screams. I don’t need to scale your back to see over your thoughts. iv) I am arid, burning in a drought. v) I am free to flood the plain.