dontwannasay
me in my head all the time
my body is awkward and my arms and legs don't work together. I can't believe at one point in my life I did ballet, tap and jazz. I'm so out of practice,
just with moving, with expressing myself, with pulling thoughts out of the damp dingy inside of my head into the light and the fresh air to breathe
The sun too bright in the morning
When I've been up all night
The sharp white knife of you missing
I can't sleep enough
Just the edges colored or touched by red or cold
Writing is awkward and I feel a big lump when I do it. I try to write around it or write through it
Maybe bile in my throat as I try to push through my own self judgments
A little bit of
inclusive or isolating?
people used to say they hated the wind. i said i loved it.
the way it pulls back your hair and touches your face
like it's cleansing you from everything dirty and awkward
like it's emptying you of everything you've been
like it's setting you free
tutor... more like TOOTER AMIRITE
GOTEEM
i hadn't hit it off with someone since the 5th grade
why is it, i wonder, that i always get along better with people i can flirt with
everything is gliding past
nothing is sticking anymore
no footholds
gripped
it's all noise
the sonorous sound
i thought about moving my fingers across the keys
i wondered if i'd remember.
there was nobody quite so disappointed in me as my piano teacher.
just how much of your foundation do you lose when you realize that the feelings you've been following... for Years... are nothing more than cotton candy... melting from existence when you finally square up to Reality.
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