Body worn from
the g's I thrown
Chemicals and
ideas, all these
thoughts travel
so god damned
quick I can't
keep up, even
in relaxation
I'm a nervous
flame on fire
I'm that anti
panic attack
That subtle
charm or
charade, I
breathe air
empty air
empty as
I am now
I hope you don't regret the ideas/plans we share. Your thoughts will slow at least a little if you let me help to carry them. I have been blessed enough to be one of the very few to see you not nervous. We have shared calm, peaceful moments...and I know there are plenty more of those times to come. Please don't ever be a charade for me. I lost my masks for you long ago. I prefer the truth, no matter how hard it may be to swallow. I wish you could sense how full the air around us is...that you felt and believed that you are so much more than empty.
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