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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