the world needs to be privy to my suffering or it means nothing at all.

a mummy in the back room of the museum.

encased in it's saving graces, protecting from the corpse underneath.

well trained dogs bark in my head

leashes kept tight, held back from snapping at the heels of those around me

inaction is the crux of my love

inaction is my savior

you can't be too much when you're nothing at all.