I have no idea what’s going on.

I 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 rationalize.
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.

I hate fear stopping
Because stopping means feeling
And feeling means honesty.
And I don’t know if I know how.

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