Exercise

Catharsis is just a term with a consensual meaning.
'Consensual' is not static.
And a punch to his face is not a static motion..
It is a motion that is followed by a shove, a kick to the solar plexus, and a crunch of fractured, bony somethings.

See, it wasn't him that I was angry at. I could barely make out his face as I thrashed him. It was purely emotion in a concrete form and he happened to encompass the receiving platform for that release. As I reached out, again, and again, I considered the words in which to accurately voice the reasoning behind my actions. And as the futility of understanding dawned on me, I stopped.

"What- the fuck- is wrongwithyou- asshole," he gasped as he held on to his stomach. I kicked him in the balls. Once.

"You wouldn't get it." Three more quick kicks and then I stood up and straightened my clothes.

Or the back of your head

A purple ball bounces. Down. Up. Down.
Falls into outstretched hands.
The push of wind that flows
around the ball: a vibrating motion.
The ball lands softly.
      I want to throw it at your face.

Looping back

Everyone wants context.
This is a bit of it.
On here you may find bits of things that I've written and/or am currently working on. Occasionally I'll slip in a picture or two because sometimes words are inadequate.

Oh yeah. I'm also bad at updating on a regular basis. This bloggy may end up being neglected from moment to moment but I promise to keep it alive.

Framework

      There are six templates for faces in the world.
Yours is not one of them.

      Faces dissipate with slowing waste.
      Wonder if my mind is drowned in your
      reflection.
      Fifty years will pass before we're familiar again.