how vulnerable I have been and still am.
I keep thinking I over felt
over experienced and over crowded feelings that were never to be expressed.
I keep thinking how it got me
inconsistency, guilt
it got me absence, silence and awkward moments.
I keep thinking I should not be as honest as I am many times with people I care about.
I keep thinking my voice should be, but not up to the moment where it struggles.
If it struggles it means
it should stop talking.
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