Words expeditious, forward, plain.
Intently I contemplate words unheard by even you, the speaker. You, the playwright. You, your only concern.
My lips move, as if a part of your play.
My thoughts, seemingly adjacent to yours capture fleeting moments of your attention, elusive as it is.
You, so focused. You, so certain.
I feel loneliest here, with my thoughts, the unseen appendage;
Thoughts, as a phantom limb.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Words expeditious, forward, plain.
Intently I contemplate words unheard by even you, the speaker. You, the playwright. You, your only concern.
My lips move, as if a part of your play.
My thoughts, seemingly adjacent to yours capture fleeting moments of your attention, elusive as it is.
You, so focused. You, so certain.
I feel loneliest here, with my thoughts, the unseen appendage;
Thoughts, as a phantom limb.
Listening to someone on stimulants.
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