a knife falls and sticks point-first into the floor of my brain, out from the crack leaks my regrets from failed relationships and my hopes for dreams yet achieved. as honey drips across my lips, i'm reminded of my inability to truly love another man without inviting chaos into my unkowing family. ... if only I could realize the worlds of my imagination, but i feel like i'm drowning in tradition, religion, self-doubt. ... first i have to decide that I will continue on.more