Too much. Too much.
TOO MUCH.
Filter,
censor,
strain.
Wear a mask,
hide your pain,
Smother your love,
pretend that you’re sane.
Why must blue
dive into red?
I want the moon
over the purple bed
of twilight.
Take me to the magic hour,
just before my insecurity
begins to devour
my sense of serenity.
