Did you know you're a ***** contradiction?
When my mind fills up with radar and S.O.S via sonar,
I go into hypertonic state;
my limbs are flailing to still,
to specific and intentional.
You move me to intentions.

My arms would rather be moving as they please
ebb and flow and high and low,
but instead,
my thumbs tap each key,
hoping to convey
every
single
possibility.
From the swift and
(oh haha)
to the lengthy
(could be everything, intention, soulquickheartbodymindlove)
my  breath is my burden.

Just understand,
I'm hurried to explain everything
that one person
can try to explain in one
single
lifetime.

I want you to understand my intention,
more then my action.
My words are my bond.
But so often, they are skewed.
They are stumbled.
They are misinterpreted.
They are human.
Take them as they are,
as they are meant to be.