This is nothing.
Nothing, nothing new.
Now is it?
Once again, we are tongue-tied. Speechless.
I swallow my words.
Swallow. Swallow.
Muted. Cannot mime these moments into comprehension.
Leave me. Leave me.
No no.
Now.

Trembling. I cannot. Cannot move.
Let the minutes pass.
Misunderstand me. Walk away.
I will let it slide.
Again and again and again.
And again
You say words and I turn wide-eyed.
Lost in the confusion of thoughts and the things
I would like to do but
I.
Just.
Can't.

Don't. Don't. Oh I see.
Evaded me.
I forget how. Over and over
I never seem to grasp the moments as they arrive
I have
Enormous intentions
But no
Inclination
To see them through.

I want. I want things
That I can feel
Things that wake me, shake me
Into graceful movements
Make life a dance I flow through
Make it flow through me.
Flood me. Drown me.
Resuscitate me.
Oh no. No no. I said nothing.
Just leave me.
Leave it.
It will find its own path.