On Anger

It’s one of my best friends

Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

A few years ago i stopped writing when i was angry. It seemed correct for me to do so. I got the message that my online presence had become bombastic. I was fuming about everything, outraged before it became fashionable. I spewed invective before it was de rigeur. My body was inflamed, poisonous, acidic. My mind was enflamed with fury and it poured out of my mouth and set everything around me on fire.