Alone

When I was younger, young, even, I would get worked up by these little things, blow up, force a resolution.  But each little explosion costs and with each little payment I waited a moment longer, putting off the fireworks for another minute.  And those minutes were accumulative, now look where I am.

But now I seem to be dead already, perhaps I have a couple score remaining but this is just a point of waiting.  Mostly it is down to my self censorship.  I wonder if self censoring is the major trouble of life.  Grasp it by the hands.  Grasp it.

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