Feb 2020
Your presence comes hand in hand with this pressure,
I cannot phathom the words to say or the expressions to place.
I feel this inescapable uneased.
This inenscapable thudding of my brain as it tries to figure out how best it can open a fragment of my heart to project onto a floor for another to
Mishear
Misinterpret
Misread
Or simply ignore.
It is a war of constant.
It is a run for miles.
It is a search for what doesn't want to be found in that moment.
I cannot phathom the words to say or the expressions to place.
I feel this inescapable uneased.
This inenscapable thudding of my brain as it tries to figure out how best it can open a fragment of my heart to project onto a floor for another to
Mishear
Misinterpret
Misread
Or simply ignore.
It is a war of constant.
It is a run for miles.
It is a search for what doesn't want to be found in that moment.
This one hits an area from a dark room.
My brain cannot force itself any more to bring things to mind that are too feared to bring up.
I will over think and think and think and think and fear you will no longer understand me or what im trying to show or say.
My brain cannot force itself any more to bring things to mind that are too feared to bring up.
I will over think and think and think and think and fear you will no longer understand me or what im trying to show or say.
