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.
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.