You know what comes to mind when I feel like my life is totally fucked and I feel like curling up into a ball and ignoring everything? “THE SHOW MUST GO ON”
At least it can always be said of me, ‘Well… at least she’s honest.’
While I valued my happiness, I didn’t really see it as relevant.
please find me
please feel me
please search my soul
please devour me
please consume me whole
please hold me
please push me
please pull me in
please whisper in a way
as if to say
there’s comfort in our sin
I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent.
I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding.
I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges.