unmoved Phil Pressed against the wall. Staring at darkness. My heart a waterfall. Breaking the silence. A film called Life. Twirling and dancing up from the floor. Scattered in spools behind the glass plate. With each beat a frame flicks by, stopping briefly. Clicking. Slicing through my skin. I leap beyond the precipice. My voice projecting through the narrow crack between. Unechoed. Unheard. A single frame. Dragging out into eternity. 230121 ... . when people project their feelings onto me and then tell me my feelings are wrong, call me a sellout repeatedly and think a 'im sorry...for the same behavior...yet again' cuts it am i perfect? no do i lose my temper sometimes? yes but i will eventually stop forgiving the same person for the same mistakes 230122 ... . youre right. youve been treated very unfairly along the way you have a sincere apology for my part you deserve more peace of mind and empathy than youve gotten and you're not a sellout that was a deeply flawed cheap shot 230122 what's it to you? who go blather from