Some call it, being a “Coward”.

Others call it, being afraid.

One feeling is shaken to the core.

The other struggles with being brave.

On the podium, reading lines.

Time stops, feelings shave.

Is it rain? Is it pain?

Suddenly you’re pushed back.

A gale force unmatched.

You couldn’t even look at him!

Are you a COWARD!? Not brave?

No, there’s fear in there too.

Shaken unable to shake back.

You wer...

I’m not okay.

I’m not alright.

Can’t shake this ghost.

When alone or in public.

It’s attached to me.

Stuck.

Seperated.

Isolated…

Hollow....

Feeling, empty shelled.

My soul leaked out, unable to maintain form.

My butterflies come in the pain of a gut wrenching punch.

I can smile. I can laugh.

I’ve been stuck on the same mountain but somehow progressing.

Emotions shotguned.

Sad. Happy. Fine. Frustrated. Furious. Ashamed. Lonely…

A goal in sight.

One goal in mind.

Succeed....

This world feels different without your energy.

The burn of regret.

Overshadows, my positive emotions.

I didn’t mean for this-

Standoff.

I want to share myself.

I don’t mean to close my borders.

Nothing helps close this hole.

Giving up seemed reasonable.

Occasionally…

I feel a spark again.

Hope spirals through me.

Butterflies sprout within.

I found someone I could love again…....

A classic setback.

A preemptive strike weakened the storm.

Making it endurable.

My animosity.

Unsettling.

Nonetheless.

My only alternative.

Metro.

Shaking....

For you, a chance, faded.

For me, a moment, fleeting.

My dreams, affilictions, nightmares, nightsweats.

Your dreams, lovely, soothing, beautiful.

Our energies tethered.

Regardless the distance, you’re still next to me....

Adapting to a constant changing maze that picks up its pace on a whim, making it hard to dodge while other times it uses psychological methods of attack, meant to hinder you through your peripherals. Paranoia. The goal isn’t to complete the maze. No one completes the maze. It’s to hold out as long as possible....

In your arms, I found my home.

In your arms, I feel collected and warm.

Why do I feel this way?

What does it mean?

One minute I’m glad and the next I’m green.

One second I’m sad and the next I’m seen.

I’ll reach as far as possible if it means.

You and I.

Can be.

A thing....

I’m not happy. I lost myself or apart of me maybe?

Beat down after beat down.

I screech for help.

Yet nothing…No one even dares look my way.

It’s always one against many.

Doing my best to dodge instant death.

It’s scary. The eeriness. The lonliness.

Just one person would do.

One who can understand. One who could relate.

However. Just like the oxygen we inhale. Horrible beings. HORRID.

Roam t...

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It’s cleared. You are free.

What if? No. You have to trust in yourself don’t be blind.

I care. I know, you think I don’t?

My thoughts…! Are like a Tornado? Yea I’m struggling to.

This is life? Sometimes…Small…Cheerishable moments.

The storms passed we could leave? With what car?

We’ll walk! At this time of night?

We’ll hitchhike! Because trusting people has gotten us far?

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