Have you ever been in the incorrect wavelength of communication? It’s like when you’re on the phone with someone and there is a delay every time someone speaks.

Here’s an example:

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Control tower

I can’t control my emotions,
Because my environment is uncontrollable.
So I try to control my environment,
In an attempt to control my emotions,
And the environment can not be controlled,
So I lose control of my emotions.

Dancing strays and toe jam

I met you when we were on the run. We were running from our own tails. You had your boundaries, and I had mine. Our rhythm was off, and our mistakes were like broken toenails after a night of misstepped drunken dancing. We should have slowed, learned each other’s rhythm, and set aside time for our feet to heal. But we pushed on, running from our own tails, never letting our toenails heal.

I’m in the middle of the ocean,
Swimming on my back,
You’re up above, in the sky, tethered to a balloon,
You let down a rope,
I grab on,
You start flying up,
Soon, I’m dozens of feet above the water.
If I don’t let go now, we’ll be too high up, and the fall will hurt.
Balloons pop at a certain altitude.

The waves crash into me. I’m pushed deeper into the heart of the ocean. The pressure is unbearable. The waves let up, I feel my body’s trajectory slow its downward decent. I almost feel like my buoyancy is neutral now. Am I alive?

Imagine you’ve been cast overboard in the ocean. The skipper throws you a tow line. You grab on. The boat still hasn’t slowed down. You make out glimpses of the boat, as the waves bob you up and down the crest. You’re being pulled along like a water skier, but you must hold on, for if you let go, the ship will lose sight of you forever. The rope slips. You start slowing down. The rope slips through your hands faster, as your slick bloodied hands find it hard to hold onto the rope. You grasp the final knot on the end of the rope as it screams past. You’re ****** forwards with a momentum that threatens to pull you in two. Can’t let go now. Getting tired. Slow down boat.

Blow a rod out the side of the block,
You hear that engine going knock knock knock.
You see that oil pressure needle drop,
You come to a rolling stop,
Clippity clop,
Time to head to the shop