unlikely things

Quarreled with my mum.

What do you do when things get out of control man?

What do you say when things get out of control? How do you keep the anger from boiling up your blood and tearing off your head, and your words from leaping and snarling into a red mist of frustration?

I haven't found a way out yet man. Maybe there is this secret door that I have to build a key for before I can find my pastel blue pastures... but I haven't found the door nor got what it takes to make the key yet. All I want now... is some peace and quiet, somewhere with no one to ask me questions, tell me what my priorities are, give me a low down on how must change, throw me the reasons why I must do more more more. All I want is some peace now, somewhere that stops these tears from running to my eyes even as I write, that clears the fog and dust from my mind. Just that private little hill with a small tree and clean grass... and maybe that someone who’s been through all this the same as I have, to share that natural emotional sympathy as we’ll have, and to love the silence more than any warm words of soft embraces.

No words man, no quarrels or fighting or shouting. Just let me be, and give me no words but the language of faith and understanding, and I will love you all the more.