internal audit

catching myself diluting anger - softening language, second-guessing, and choosing not to.

blue glass facade reflecting warped gridlines on a neighboring tower.

i felt myself getting angry again.

not dramatic angry.

just existentially spiralling about a million and one injustices.

cue the brain thoughts:

literally just get over it.

maybe it didn’t happen that way.

take the plank outta your own eye.

dilute it somehow.

soften the language.

make myself less sure.

anger is risky - makes me feel wrong.

usually when i’m not.

huh.