it comes and goes the cycle of anger. if it is anger at all. it/s hard to describe what it is that makes me feel so much like this - this thing. this little ball of anger collecting somewhere in my chest. beating heavily across my breast. wishing i had a face to just punch in. time and time again. but like i said it comes and it goes. since ive been here its been here. ive almost hit my 6th month mark. and it feels odd. and not so odd. ive found a waist line here. a mind. a love? maybe. all of it is just a dream. but it feels sorta real. right now im just getting in deep. falling underneath. wondering where and when and how this little ball will go away this time. and i think ill pray mighty heavily on it. because. i dont enjoy this feeling anymore. i despise it. in all actuality. this is that old old part of me.