Confess

I don't have the right words to say it rightly and strictly.

In the way that you’ll have an anxious response between your lips. But as we started, we continue, so we are in a dead spot and I think that would be called drowning the car.

I know there is a desire mixed with a need to have a conversation, an advance to our vices with a revolution.

However, my throat closes, it feels like blinking and I am vomiting in his shoes before speaking. I am pathetic, disappointing and the last of my blood.

T.A.