Idle hand movements betray the thoughts underneath.
Keeping the thought in interferes
They aren’t notes they’re where the track goes as I struggle to listen.
Words that stick.
The moment my mind trips over a word or a thought and explodes.
Every time a shot hits the words pour out as ink drips over the page and the meaning of the moment isn’t lost.
Because I can go from anything.
Just give me something and I’ll go.
It’s like how the anxiety never ends it’s just a low buzz
That becomes a helicopter in my ears
It’s like I feel it like a second heartbeat
But the second the beat is noticed I get thrown over because I don’t have it.
Constant heart beat next to mine.
Why am I aware of someone who has only once been in the same room as me.
Hey can I just say how good it is to see you when I do.
Well not anymore.
Because I only have so many words
Fucks sake. Self hate.
君を見ると心が踊ってしまうから。
When I see you my heart will dance unfortunately, so.
Rework it.
Without any control it leaps at the first sight the second one is a realisation you’re just a picture and it’s not quite right.
The moment I hate it for doing without me telling because I didn’t need the drop
Following the jump.
The dance that comes to an abrupt stop
But it makes me so happy
That moment preceding
Precious and important
I think
He’s here after all.
Thank goodness.
I miss him.
I love him.
I’m so glad I got to see him.
I miss him.
Next subject.
Can’t stay there long.
No one else is here.
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