eireann

the.point.is.
the knife of your mind is not sharp enough to cut.
the.point.is.
my skin is thicker than you could ever dream
the.point.is.
that sometimes we camoflage the obvious.
the point is...
that it's none of your business.
it's none of your concern.
you think you know, but it's only because you yearn
to understand the fever of a soul that burns brighter.
the.point.is
quite pointedly, that I don't need you to see my point.
I don't need your approval. I don't need to appoint you to oversee my convictions.
the.point.is.
my thin skin is an armor in disguise.
the.point.is
I don't need you to see eye to eye.
the.point.is.
it's none of your business.
do you understand, or do I need to break this down?
my point is.
it's not your place to judge.
if you don't have anything to say, don't make something up.
my point is...
you.don't.know.
you can't walk a mile in my shoes.
or his shoes.
or her shoes.
you pass judgement on what you think you know.
the point is, you have a dull blade and no sharpener.
the point is you couldn't cut a blade of grass, much less a redwood.
the.point.is.
you.have.no.point.

come back when you have one.