So many thoughts feelings expressions emotions locked behind deadpan eyes and a voice that's toneless. A mountain of a person consolidated to this form. A body unimpressive. A face unexpressive. The chaos upstairs requires all of my attention.
Conversing takes a back-seat which is why I seem distant. Too many things to say only leaves me in silence. I don't know how or where to begin. If only I could let you inside to weather the storm maybe you could make sense of this nonsense and bring me to port.
I cannot help the hands that touch me when they could heal me I know its a distant language written on my soul I wasn't made to understand but she reads me and I feel her more than Anything..... My greatest wish I couldn't say is by her spoken my greatest hope is only that I could hold her forever that we'll make love while we're still young