Cooling of core

    Cooling of paleness. Pushing passed all that burns
radiantly down to my core. A sigh that causes shivers.

    Run, walk anything to leave trails where they should
be. Echoing down a hall. All left waiting.

    Hide if I must from this craving. Absorbing myself
into every activity but one.

     The hideous factor of desire. How it beckons to
things I push hard to keep locked up. Oh how just
breathing sometimes causes much anguish.

     Still the cynical laughter streams nasty out of me.
Getting into the rainfall of ice. Ah how shivers create
stinging reminders to myself to cool my jets.

    Ah the irony of the situation. How simple that
sounds and how working it should be. Still silk
becomes taunt and hurtful. I growl because no better
is the burning.

   Back down. Mindset is clear. Douse the flames and
move onto next part of day. Ah I must. The push
of exiting this moment is intense.

   Music in ears. Preparation of work takes control
and soul is sensitive. Piecing together new ways to
skirt around any point of tauntness.

   No need to voice to much just returning to a normal
state and giving thanks to Jehovah for pressing me
onward.

   Still tiny pinpoints of ache but now day a bit more
manageable.

   So dearest friend forgive the raging emotions that
ooze out of my soul. Just those cravings that any
look could melt.

   One set of greens and I am smoothness across the
floor, sidewalk. A wobbly state of limbs clinging to
stand firm. A mass mess to laugh upon.

   So dear friend enjoy your day full of adventure
because my every step is going to be one today. Ah.
Sighs hit as I try to relax. Hmm.