There isn't always room to breathe.
His lungs are longing for release.
The choices are:
A) Pack and leave;
B) Begin to make his peace;
or C) Start screaming until he has no voice.
He was never that great with multiple choice.
Besides, run, stay or scream, the truth remains the same: We are the sum of the revealing answers to the questions of our feelings.
She's beautiful and brilliant, though incapable of letting go.
When he's gone she lays awake all night.
At home she's prone to picking fights, so she starts screaming until she has no voice.
She's in love with conflict and conflicted by choice.
They have each other in a violent grip of pure ambivalence. They love the push and pull that makes them miserable.
God bless their swollen hearts made up of broken parts. They love the push and pull that keeps them comfortable. Besides, it's not true love they need, it's the uncertainty.
