Grapes of Wrath
There are people who still don’t know how and when to cross the line between immaturity and it’s counterpart. And it pains me to know that they exist, in large numbers at that too.
Trying to prove their actions, establish and showcase non-existent authority, sucking the grapes of wrath since Adam. And the richly coloured juice is so seductive, so pleasing, that it’s hard to stop after a point of time. And before you know it, you’re addicted. Addicted to a point that even if you know what you’re doing wrong, you don’t have the strength, determination or even the willingness to stop.
Of course you can’t stop. You don’t want to stop.
Yet every single time you open your mouth to utter obscenities, it’s followed by damn regret.
But I know I’m a bigger person inside. So I’ll just let it go.
I’ve thrown it all away. I never liked those grapes, anyway.
x EdgyShark x