I would consider myself emotionally intelligent, full to the brim with advice and tools always poignant and relevant.
Until an emotion intrudes, introduces itself and I am taken aback from the knowledge I lacked that it had ever existed, could have ever persisted.
An antagonist antagonizing the hard line I drew between myself and an event that had stewed for fifteen years. All my fears bubble over drip to the floor staining the bits I had bleached, that had reached to and corroded my core.
I was blinded by an artificial light that shines like white hot florescence in a long sterile line. One bulb flickered, now it’s all that I see, I can’t just replace it, I need to leave this room this tomb of inauthenticity.