There is never an escape from what which no escape is necessary
Playing it down is exhausting
Association of anger with rage is no longer understood
I still hear the yelling
I still sense the acrimony
I still taste your virulence
I still smell your resentment
I still see the cause
But the feeling, the feeling is foreign

gratifying consanguinity is a privilege
Its always something.
Always.

"I know I should be brave, but I'm just too afraid."

Sometimes I wish I was too stupid to realize whats happening around me.
But other times I wish I was wise enough to know it will be okay.