ness

in an ideal world, there’d be a proper venue and a dozen or so strangers, in front of which to practice being truthful. 

then, in an ideal world, there’d be fireworks big enough to be seen - simultaneously by every pair of eyes on the planet, and a wick long enough to put some distance between me and the blasting of my apologies across the evening sky. 

as is, i'll attend this get together, and let on as if there were no explosions in my chest, capable of granting you and i the freedom to all let down our cloaks, of guilty,ness and who'd have knowns. 

forgive me, for making you wear this unforgiven,ness far longer than i should.