hate fear stopping.
Taking it all in.
Getting in touch with what’s really going on.
So I dance and make noise.
I make small talk.
I draw logical conclusions.
Anything but dealing with emotional mushy stuff.
I listen to music and hear every guitar string.
I analyze what could have been going on with the guy on the drums.
I talk about the song.
I refuse to relate to it.
Because stopping means feeling
And feeling means honesty.
And I don’t know if I know how.