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...I don't know how to talk I speak after I panic I go quiet
but I said things I misunderstand! inside my head I run in circles while everybody waits for a response I go silent. ...I'm comparing my thoughts to something freaking way out there beyond my reach I scream and still it's quiet! outside it's quiet I'm not just a person I'm an audience of my life dis-satisfied? likely... overwhelmed I talk too much |
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Dear Dubble Monkey,
Isn't that the way it is? I am either a capricious, cacophony of keystrokes, or as mute as a mime. In audience at the theatre of my own life , I sit in the back near the exit. A very tall man sits lodged afore my own seat. You will not hear me cry for an encore. |
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unbelievable!.....
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