your words, a waterfall.

pulling me down,



i’m caught in the current of your charisma. i cannot stand; the water’s too deep. i reach for the rocky walls of my dignity, but cave into the cavity of your charm.

yet, charm fades. my mind clears.

and i remember that i’m not who you say i am.


little by little,

the audible overflow of obnoxious opinion and man-made morality drips its last drop…

and i can stand again.

i come up for air. i speak truth.

but vulnerability makes you nervous. so you recall a resurgence of repetitive irrational reasoning. rambling on…

and on,

and on.

but alas,

the battle is mine.

because in the battleground of conversation, the greatest weapon…