No Pitch, Feb 23, 2023

Sob with me until our wells run dry.

Roar with me and enjoy the hullabaloo.

Sprint with me to the horizon.

Caterwaul with me until the world is quiet.

But remember to sit in your secrecy and find peace.

Stand in your pain and discover the loveliness within the sorrow.

Laugh amongst yourself without a captive audience.

Absolve yourself, and do not entertain ambiguity.

Delve into the quiet and find time to be idle.

But remember to harbor no animosity nor host, no churlishness.

We have no pitch if we don't like ourselves. Let us take a moment of solitude; our friendship will endure the absence of one another and flourish once we overcome the tussle to return to our self-worth.