you break your neck to keep your chin up

i'm living proof that telling a hidden secret let's some of the burden off.
sheesh. no more eating away at my insides. freedom of a sort. it's goodgood.
and as if by some miracle
it's over
brokenspell
just by vocalizing some darkness
it leaves. frightened away.

i say we sit in a restaurant at talk about how every other person in there is related to each of us. and make-believe that we're all there for a family reunion. and tell stories of false relatives. or we can chat it up about how meaningless words are, and how they are all made up and twisted to mean something when in reality, there's no use in understanding. and wonder what people did before they unified a language. how did one tell someone that they wanted them to leave. how would one warn someone of an enemy. how would one tell the other they loved him or her. or of course, there is always the conversation of infinity, or lack thereof. and let's blow our minds because neither of us, along with every other human, can't wrap ourselves around the idea of forever.
all of this over hamburgers and fries. any day of the year.