humtofree
You feel you do not grasp how I know. You always are thinking, thinking, thinking. But you never act, you never compose your thoughts into a sculpture and make something beautiful. You never take that risk of what will happen if you simply act. No. You always think.
You walked up to me, empty handed. I didn't know how to react, I thought you were going to fall again and I didn't want to lose the chance to tell you the truth. I gasped, I choked but it just couldn't get out. It was like razor blades were blocking my breaths.
I hear clicking in the back of my head. I feel the result in my toes. I feel the anxiety rising in my stomach through out my body. But all I can do is wait to feel what happens after the clicking stops and I remember to breathe.
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