Antidote
The words left unspoken
Don't just die on the tongue
They turn into a slow poison
And with each tick
With each breath
With each moment
The poison spreads
And the only antidote
Is to speak your truth.
-C.H.
The words left unspoken
Don't just die on the tongue
They turn into a slow poison
And with each tick
With each breath
With each moment
The poison spreads
And the only antidote
Is to speak your truth.
-C.H.
“Hello Clint.” “Hey Doc. Do you think I can stretch while we talk today? Do you have a foam roller?” “No Clint, I don’t have a foam roller here. But you’re welcome to stretch. Are you tense?” “Tight.”
“Aye Doc! What’s crappening??” “Oh you know, same shit, different day.” “Holy shit Doc! I’ve been saying, ‘what’s crappening?’ for ten years and no one has nailed a response like that! Bravo sir.” “It
“Heya Doc! How’s it hanging?? Oh! I like the scruff. Looking very hipster my guy. I like it. Anyways, what's new?? What’s going on? I missed you at the pub last week. I was keeping an eye out for you.