why am i so afraid to
[pause]
take the chance to put everything out in open space where people can catch it and roll it up {backspace<<<<
inside of their brains where it's malleable and ornate
demonstrate and configurate the dimension of how they feel about it
too big of a chance what reaction will surface when i don't have one to hold on to                                                          
    ­                              (freefall)

clamp onto something familiar
takes you out of Now and into ego
what answers do you truly have ?
they're in the books and pieces and projects and dreams and places that you've started all so strong but lost the steam to see any one through
what happened to that current inside of you
electric i thought
but dormant it appears
trading fruition for the breath of your fears